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' " ;iv • #*} oldest fewsuauer in the Wvomitig Valley PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 3, 1890. A VVteKly Local ana l amilv journal \ LOST LIGHT. half a gale, and there was danger that a fol- TALMABB IN ATHENS. not to think that the Godhead is like unto gold, or silver, or stone, graven by art and man's device.' No wondsr that meeting broke up in a riot and that Paul had to clear out and go to Corinth, from which we came vest*rday. In that immortal speech Paul was the first orator to announce the confraternity of all nations. The ancient Greeks, unlike these liberal Greeks that surround mo here, thought they were of different mold from other nations. They had all the architecture, ail tho sculpture, all the drama, all the religion of the world. They were porcelain, other people plain earthenware. They were first, others second. They were models, others the imperfect copies. With the one sentence, 'God hath made of one blood all nations,' Paul overthrows and routs that theory." ably the position of chahctellor of the Nebraska State university. He called at oar hotel quite frequently. In one of his several Interviews with Dr. Talmage, the preacher of the Brooklyn Tabernacle said that on his return to the United States he should recommend to wealthy people who are doeirous of aiding deserving theological students to secure an education, to send them out in groups of ten or twenty on a tour such as he is now taking. "This is one of the grandest cures for dry sermonizing. Young men tliirsting for knowledge would willingly dispense with luxury, and living together could, by practicing ordinary economy, go over the same territory for about $350 each. What an inspiration it would be to theml The same amount of money could be spent nowhere else to equal advantage." "Have you found, Dr. Talmage," asked Dr. Manatt on another occasion, "anything in your travels that will prove of useful interest to you?" "Oh, yes," replied Dr. Talmage, "at every step. I have for months been looking among the faces of Christ by great artists for one that I might reproduce in my book. I have seen Raphael's Christ and Rubens' Christ and Rembrandt's Christ and Angola b Christ and Giotto's Christ and Ghirlandajo's Christ, as well as the Christs of our modern artists. I have looked for Christly faces in all the French and Italian and Grecian art galleries." "Have you found any that you think looks like Christ?" "I have, I have," responded the doctor, "but it is by a comparatively unknown painter. We are almost always disappointed with a' picture of Christ. It is the universal criticism of such pictures: 'While I admire the artistic merit of the production, that picture is not my idea of the Saviour I' The picture is apt to represent Christ either as effeminate or arrogant, weak or awfuL To commingle in one picture strength and humility, suffering and triumph, the lionlike and the lamblike, the face that frowned the bestormed lake into a calm and yet was such an invitation to babyhood that children tumbled from their mothers' arms into his bosom—that was what I was looking for, and that I have found. A young artist whose face was unusual for manliness and tenderness met me on-the street and said: 'Dr. Talmage. I have a face of Christ that I would like you to look atr 'Where is it? I asked, and found that I must take the rail train before I could reach the studio. Glad am I that I went. With a friend whose life has been among pictures I sat .aid studied the canvas. That which I watt impressed with at the first glance grew upon me until I said to my friend: 'That is # the way I believe the Saviour looked. That is the face I mean to have, if I can get it, for my Life of Christ.' To make a long story short, the picture is mine. It will, by agreement, be veiled and unseen until it is seen in the book." HOW TO READ A STORY. and good numorsd ironical remarks to tt» boy about his adventure, which evidently they did not believs in. He accepted tha raillery, with seriousness, making no reply. Arriving at the house and finding the door bolted on the inside, the party of Investigators entered without further ceremony than breaking it down. Leading out of tha passage into which this door had opened was another on the right and one on the left. These two doors alto were fastened, and were brokan in. They entered at random the one on the left first. It was vacant. In the room on the right—the one which had the black front windows—was the dead body of a maul did not tell him what I proposed to do, fearing he would become nervous and rattle me, but I quietly waited for the right moment. lowing sea might break aboard and All us. I THE POET OF THE CABIN. rirtr through % hol« in the ice. It vu Parks. ! "Wh»t are yon doing?" " « . • — I elnnot make her grade come back- That sunshine of her face. That used to make this worn earth seem, At times, so gay a place. The same dear eyes look out at me; The features are the same; But, oh, the smile is out of them. And I must be to blame. « Procuring a Corner Stone for the Brooklyn Tabernacle. One midsummer night a farmer's boy living about ten miles from the city of Cincinnati was following a bridlepath through a dense and dark forest. He had been searching for some missing cov«§, and at nightfall found himself a l|ng way from home and In a part of the country with which he was but partly familiar. CHAPTBHL "Merciful hunu, help ma or I jfone." I "Haw 414 fou g»t In?" - "I wm akiitinjr And fall In. Help i sent him to the bow to throw out the drag, and when I hauled sheet and put the tiller over I could feel my heart in my throat. She hung for a moment, and every soul aboard TEC If la a 11 age situated East Tennessee. It is a quiet 1 romantic ace; no factosmoke blurs atmosphere 1 no gratinf dls- Sometimes I see it still; I went With her the other day. To meet a long missed friend, and while We still were on the way. Her confidence in waiting love Brought back for me to see, That old time love light to her eyea That will not shine for me screamed out in terror, but the crisis passed, and as she settled into a hollow she Was head ANOTHI R SERMON ON MARS' HILL. to the Rale, and the drag was holding her thus. I then explained to the people that The night was clear but In the woods it was exceedingly dark. It was more by the sense of touch than by that of sight that the lad kept the obscure path. He had gone into the forest a mile or more wh«»n he was surprised to see a feeble gleam of light shiniug through the foliage skirting the path on his left. The sight of it startled him, and set his heart to beat audibly. "The old Breede house is somewhere about here," he said to himself. "This must be a continuation of the path which we reach It by from oar side. Ugh! what should a light be doing there I I don't like it." nothing more could be done, and that they might as well lie down. When they were down I got out an old oil cloth and cpvered them from the flying spray as much as possible, and then took my seat amidships to use Corinth, the Gibraltar of Greece—Athens In a Festive Mood—The Correspondence Which Give* Brooklyn a Stone from Mars' Hill. It lay partly on one side, with the forearm beneath it, the cheek on the floor. The eyes were wide open; the stare was not an agreeable thing to encounter. Tho lower jaw had fallen; a little pool of saliva had collected beneath the mouth. An overthrown table, a partly burned candle, a chair and some paper with writing on it were all else that the room contained. The men looked at the body, touching the face in turn. The boy gravely stood at the bead, assuming a look of ownership. It was the proudest moment of his life. One of the men said to him; "You're a good *on"—a remark which was received by the two others with nods of acquiescence. It was Skepticism apologizing to Truth. Then one of the men took from the floor the sheets of manuscript and stepped to the window, for already the evening shadows were gloaming the forest. The song of the whip-poor-ijU' was heard iu the distance and a monstrous beetle sped by the window on roaring wings. ■b ita nodding Dod. A small eer, blue as » -rip of cloudess sky, tourirs along in ntentedsolilo- They tell me money waits for me; Ther say I might have fame, I like those gegaws quite as well Aa others like those same. But I care not for what I have Nor just for what I lack. One tithe as much as my heart longs To call that lost light back. the bailer. I did not rest over five miautes at a time from midnight to daylight, and when day finally broke and I looked about me, my heart was like lead. The gale still held off shore, with no rign that It might change or abate, and the ocean around me was a boiling caldron. The yawl was riding like a cork, however, and the only water taken in came from the wave crests broken off and hurled at us by the wind. Wbsn the people finally crawled out I hardly knew them. All were pale, hollow eyed and despairing, while Mr. Howe had a look upon his face which made me stare at hiin. It was [Copyright, 1889.] Athens, Nov. 22.—If my recollection ■ervee me well my l*st letter took us as far as Corinth, where we managed to squeeze out some time for 6igh't seeing. Corinth has been aptly called the Gibraltar of Greece. Time has left but little of where was once a magnificent city. The mighty Acrocorinthus still towers in the same majesty as before the glory had departed from the place it defended. Corinth is now a mere village, At dinner in the evening Dr. Talmage was warmly complimented on his sermon by several people stopping at the hotel who had heard him preach. quyjand atevenitig an old man whose hair has-long been white sings a weird song as be baits his trout line. Up the river, a few miles from the village, there lived a peculiar man—tall, handsome, and with long brown hair, softly-sad of countenance and gentle in every movement. This man, known as a sort of hermit, lived in » cabin built upon a bench that jutted out from a blufT. In summer his house was covered with gTeen vines, and in winter their dead and mourning fragments still clung to the walls. His name was Cadmus Black. Come back, dear banished smile, come back! Aad into exile drive All thoughts, and aims, and Jealous hopes That in thy stead would thrive. Who wants the earth without its sun? And what has life for me That's worth a thought, If, as its pgoe, It leaves me robbed of thee? —Edward S. Martin in Scrlbner'a Neverthele-s he pushed on. A moment lat«r and he had emerged from the forest into a small open space, mostly upgrown to brambles. There were remnants of a rotting {pnos. A few yards from the trail, in tbe middle of the clearing, was the bouse, from which the light came through an ungluzed window. The window had once contained glass, but that and its supporting frame had long ago yielded to missiles flung by hands of venturesome boys to attest alike their courage and their to the supernatural; for the Breede house bore the evil reputation of being haunted. Possibly it was not, but even the hardiest skeptic could not deny that it was deserted—which in rural regions is much the same thing. Looking at the mysterious dim light shiniug from the ruined window, the boy remembered with apprehension that his own hand had assisted at the destruction. His penitence was, of course, poignant in proportion to its tardiness and inefflcacy. He half expected to be set upon by all the unworldly and bodiless malevo lences whom be had outraged . by assisting to break alike their windows and their .peace. Yet this stubborn lad, shaking in every limb, would not retreat. The blood in bis veins wss strong and rich with tho iron of tbe frontiersman. He started to pass the house at a run. I have much more to say of our stay in Athens, but reserve it for a letter in which I expect to conclude my observations taken here. Louis Klopsch. ' a look of mortal fear and desperation, and I but its natural defense is still utilized Alexandeia, Nov. 25.—I'mail this the evening of the day we arrived here from Athens. It was written at sea. The day following his discourse on Mars' Hill, at Athens, Dr. Talmage visited M. Tricoupis, premier of Greece, an honor which resulted in this way: The sister of realized that his mind was going. The poor and is a fortress which looks capable of women didn't seem to notice it, having so dealing strongly with assailants. Inter™ch V?ubrle f theirf°wn. but littio Ben tin rem-ng detain the visitC,r to the did, and he crept over to me and whispered. . . , . "Please, Jack, but you won't leVpapa ! Acrocorinthus, whose hard climb is retouch me, will your ; warded with a sight of the ancient tem- I began to call out In a cheerful voice that ' pi® of Aphrodite, but this is scarcely disthe gale was abating, and that we were all tinguishable from the mosque which now right, tut Howe only looked at me in a cun- covers its site. AT SEA IN A YAWL TUB POXTWAJl BTAMKBES FOB A MOMENT. out—help mi and I will listen to your poetry." About fifty miles above Sidney, Australia, an gentleman named Howe, a retired civil officer, bad a fine place directly on the M. This was twenty-lire years ago, and the place may have passed through half a dozen hands since. It was a villa or country seat aad farm oombined. Howe was rich, but he raised fruits, vegetables, bay and wool to sell, aad be was part owner in a brig which called la at intervals to carry our stuff away. On my first voyage in with this brig the gentleman took a fancy to me and hired me to work •shore, and 1 had been with him three years when the distressing incident I am about to relate came about. "I have no poetry." "Well, for mercy sake, help me out anyway." "Listen- 5fou have taken away my inspiration, '4 at I -will save your life—I will give it tb you as a New Year's present"Cadmus dil not wait to hear what the - man had to say, but after helping him out hastened! home. He sat by the fire and mused. "He stole my inspiration and I ought to have drowned him. That might have restored my inspiration. Now toy days must be worthless. I no longer have an incentive to sacrifice myself to art. I believe that I can become a suooessful business man. I will go away from this place and devote myself to business. I will make people fear me. I—Come in!" "Beforo committing the act, which rightly or wrongly I have resolved on, and appearing before my Maker for judgment, I, James R Colston, deem it my duty as a journalist to mate a statement to the public. My name is, I believe, tolerably well known to the people as a writer of tragic tales, but the somberest imagination never conceived anything so gloomy as my own life and history. Not in incident; my history has been destitute of adventure and action. But my mental career has been lurid with experiences such as kill and damn. I shall not recount them here—soma of them are written and ready for publication" elsewhere. The object of these few lines is to explain to whomsoever may be interested that my death is voluntary —my own act. I shall die at 10 o'clock in the evening on the 15th of July—a significant anniversary to me, for It was on that day and at that hour that my friend in time and eternity, Charles Breede, performed his vow to me by tho game act which his fidelity to our pledge iftw entails upon me—he took his life in his little house in the Cope ton woods. There was the customary verdict of temporary insanity. Had I testified at that inquest —bad I told all I knew—they would have called mo mad! I have still a week of life in which to arrange my worldly affairs and prepare for the great change. It is enough, for I have but few affairs, and it is now four years since death became an imperative obligation. 1 shall bear this writing on my body; the finder will please hand it to the coroner. "James R. Colstox" of the statesman, who, like him, is unmarried, presides at his mansion. She entertained Mrs. Talmage in the morning, when she suggested that the Brooklyn preacher visit her brother, who, she added, would be delighted to see him. Accordingly in the afternoon Dr. Talmage and the writer paid their respects to the prime minister at the war department. Although a very busy man, holding two portfolios and crowded with important matters, the Greek assembly being in session, M. Tricoupis received us very courteously. The Greek premier is a man whose appearance impresses one that he possesses great mental power. He has a strikingly intellectual countenance, and is very polished in his manners. His countrymen honor and revere him to an extraordinary degree, and recent events have increased the hold he has upon their confidence. I learn that his reputation is of the highest for purity in his official conduct. M. Tricoupis would show little mercy in his dealings with "boodle" politicians. This "modern Aristides," as he has been aptly called, speaks English with fluency. He is accurately informed on American affairs, and highly eulogized several of our statesmen. In lii3 early days, while secretary of the Greek legation at London, he made the acquaintance of Edward Everett, who was then American minister to England. He now asked Dr. Talmage concerning Mr. Everett's son, who, he had heard, filled creditably a professorship at one of the leading colleges. "Edward Everett was the most graceful orator I have ever known," said M. Tricoupis. In the course of conversation the statesman manifested a particular interest in Mr. Blaine, whom he regarded as a very able man. He had no doubt, he said, that Mr. Harrison would acquit himself creditably. "In fact," continued he, "all your presidents are strong men. You do not generally place the most promising men in the presidential chair, but once tlierq they develop rapidly, and invariably sdrpass in statesmanship the most sanguine expectations. That shows the stock and stuff Americans are made of." In corroboration of this theory he named several presidents of humble origin now endeared to the hearts of the American people, and very feelingly referred to Abraham Lincoln, whom he considered to have been one of the greatest men of tho century. M. Tricoupis was of the opinion, however, that in America the strongest men never receive the highest honor, because the well defined stand they take on leading and burning questions engenders definite and determined opposition. On bidding Dr. Talmage good-by, M. Tricoupis assured him that he would cheerfully do all in his power to render his stay in Athens as attractive and agreeable as possible. "What does that peculiar man do for a living?"' a stranger asked, addressing a native of the village. ning, crafty way, its if he meditated some | Our view from the Acrocorinthus, for trick. 1 got out the provisions, routed up j which we had a sunny opportunity, the women and farced them to sip the wine abowed U9 the city at our feet, only roim oitordiuK . suggestion of what it began to nottaD Ua wnmgv. action* Thi. | °"ce The hthmtu dmde. two brought about a climax. I saw him looking seas, not crowded with ships as of yore, steadfastly at his wife, and 1 carefully moved Afar the mountains of Morea were seen nearer to her. One of the girls changed her to melt off into immense distances. Imposition further aft, fearing that a struggle mediately surrounding the 6itv the was about to take place, and I turned aad country is flat and seemingly not fertile, extended my hand to steady her. As I did Seven miles distant is the sacred grove so Howe utteml sD sort of scream sprang wherCDin were celebrated the Isthmian upon and seized his wife, and, though ,1 XJ - .» clutched her skirts, the fabric tore, and both «ame9' Here we saw ruins of the went overboard and out of sight in an in- i theatre, some temples and the race track stant. Neither one rose to the surface, or, if where runners contended for the corthey did, they were far beyond reach. The rupfible crowns given to the victors in sudden and awful tragedy deeply affected us the struggle. "It would be pretty hard to'tell, exactly. He's got a right smart patch of ground up back of his house, and he raises a good deal of fruit, first and last, but aside from that nobody knows how he lives. He comes down to the village about three times a week, but not to buy any thing. He takes his stand over there on the corner and watcheB thai house up there. It has been said that he is in love with Nil Spencer. Yander she is now in the yard." Howe owned a pleasure yacht, but as he feared the sea she was seldom used. When she went out I bad charge of her and could run her very nicely with the help of a boy. We also had several rowboats, and there was scarcely a pleasant evening £hat I did not row some of the family out. There was a line bay in front of the farm, and unless the weather was very boisterous this water was always safe. As he was going by he looked in at the blank window space and saw a strange and terrifying sight—the figure of a man seated In the center of the room, at a table upon which lay some loose sheets of paper. His elbows rested on the table, his hands supporting his head, which was uncovered. On each side the fingers were pushed into the hair. His face showed pale in the light of a single candle a little to one side. The flame illuminated that side'of the faoe; the other was In deep shadow. The man's eyes were fixed upon the blank window space with a stare In which an older and cooler observer might hare discerned apprehension, but which seemed to the lad altogether soulless. He believed the man to be dead. "She is strikingly handsome, I must say." "Yes, and about as good a girl as there is anywhere; but I don't think she cares any thing for Cadmus. And It ain't to be expected, neither, for I don't see why she should want to throw herself away on such a peculiar fellow as he is." Some one had tapped on the door. Nil Spencer stepped into the room. The poet was staggered for a moment, but, recovering himself, he said: "You nerd not thank me!" "Thank yeu for what?" "For the New Year's present I gave you." all, and the girls flung themselves down and It strikes one oddly on arriving at coukl not be roused up again unUl afternoon. Athens to be entertained in a modern Ben didnt realize it so deeply, but it was like hotel with a French name, "Hotel a dagger at my heart to see him sitting with , . Grande Bretanee " which intreniclosed eyes and white face, and his Ups from- ae , uranae flange, wtiicn ingeni ing the words of the Lord's prayer now and OU8'y appeals to the patriotism of the then. , wandering Briton. As the modern cap- At noon the wind and sea began to go ital of Greece, Athens dates only from down and the sky to clear up. The gale had 1827, after a death of 2,000 years. In reblown itself out, and I now considered it only cent years its inhabitants have shown a question of time when we should sight the considerable go. Our party arrived in coast. The better state of affairs brought time to share the rejoicing of the people new life to the girls, and I was glad to have fae ,endkl alliance made b the them rouse up and show some signs of life, . r . - 1 i a * A rough manlike me is no real comforter to fnt m«Tiage of the Duke of Sparta one in distress, but I did the best I oould, and heir to the hou9e of Gre*ceD to a 8lster of finally got them interested in the question of the German emperor. This is regarded saving themselves. By 5 o'clock I got in the as giving the affairs of the little kingdom, drag, shook one reef out of the sail, and stood in their relation of family interest to those off on a southwest tack, but before I had of the greatest military power of Europe, made five miles the wind died out entirely a considerable -boost." The king of and we were left tumbling on the last of the Greece a brother of the Princess of sea. Mghtcaraeon as mild and balmy as k-. ;# t - you please, the ocean grew quiet, and every Wales, and tekig to if I may one of us lay down and slept the whole night trust the current talk on the subject is through without a break. I was the first up, a brother-in-law of the German emperor, and the minute I saw the sky I groaned in These are truly splendid connections, and despair. It portended a hot day and a dead the Greeks have just reason to contrast, calm, and both followed. Even before break* with increased self respect and patriotio fast I had to make a shift to get some shelter - pleasure, their present condition with that from the blazing sun, and when I came to when they were at the mercy of the qnorerhaul the provisions my face so betrayed .Deakable Turk. my feelings that the younger girl cried out: • v "Oh 1 Jack, but what has happened now?" k U "i ** mai1 that Dr" TalmaKe I could have eaten and drank all we had first suggestion of that stroke in five minutes. I had not filled the water of enterprise which will make the new keg to its capacity, and eveu some that I did Tabernacle in Brooklyn a point of input in hod leaked out by way of the bung. I terest to the wandering antiquarian as had to tell them that we must put ourselves well as to the great multitude hungering on allowance, and hardly more than a crumb for the doctrine to be thereat diaat that, but they cheerfully accepted the sit- l He onened his mail at hreakuation. I am not going into the details of Pen8fp- Ue opened his mail at break the next week. For seven .uccewive days in,lt an excellent we had dead calm or a contrary breeze, drawing of the Tabernacle to be erected which was of little use to help us beat up. C 'or him on Clinton avenue, he remarked: We spun the water and provisions out for j "What a grand thing it would be to four days, and then we had nothing left. have the corner stone for this magnfl- By resorting to those expedients known to cent looking church from Mars' Hill, sailors we kept hunger and thirst in abeyance I shall write M. Tricoupis and tell him until the evening of the sixth CUy Then the jnst what j want. Perhap8 he wiU help thr"!-7ali - a T' "£ i °? mr me." Suiting the action to the word he cowhide shoes and cut one into stripe for us 7 ■D °" *r . „ . to chew at. There was some slight relief, dow,n. and Penned the following and the three only called out in their troubled letter, which he at once dispatched to sleep a few times. We had only the leather the prime minister, sending the mes- On the evening of Dec. 10, 1865, the brig came into the bay to load with cargo, and she anchored almost opposite the house. She had a line new yawl, in which the captain came ashore, and it appeared that Howe aad the women folks were greatly taken with it Early next morning I was told to get this yawl ready for a sail down the bay to a ■nail island, where a picnic dinner was to be eaten. The party, when ready to start, consisted of; Howe, hts wife, and an 18-year-old daughter named Bessie, a miss of 13 named Ransoms, who was on a visit, and little Ben Howe, who was only 5 years old. Twi ladies from the next farm above were to have gone with ns, but a merciful Providence detained them at home. It was touch and go whether we should make the trip without them, but it was decided to go in order not to disappoint the young folks. 1 had filled the water keg and taken a big lunch basket aboard, and when we moved away there was just breeae enough to fill the sail and jog us along about three miles an hour. A more perfect morning I never saw, and the oldest sailor could not have stispicioned a change. "I wonder," said the stranger, as he noticed Cadmus going down toward his boat, "if he would let me go up to his house with him." "You haven't given me any present." "Yes, I did; I took it out of the river this morning and let it go back to you." "I don't understand you." "Now don't be foolish." "Don't know; you might ask." r Just as Cadmus was making ready to shove off the stranger, approaching him oautiously, asked: "Are you going up the river?" The situation was horrible, bat not without Its fascination. The boy paused in his flight to note It all. He endeavored to still the beating of his heart by holding his breath until half suffocated. He was weak, faint, trembling; he could almost feel the deathly whiteness of his face. Nevertheless he set his teeth and resolutely advanced to the house. He had no conscious intention—it was the mere courage of terror. He thrust his white faoe forward into the illuminated opening. At that iustant a strange, harsh cry, a shriek, broke upon the silence of the night—the note of a screech owL The man sprang to his feet, overturning the table and extinguishing the cancLd. The boy took to his heels. If I were not foolish I should not be here," she said. "Why do you talk bo? Don't you know that I saved Park's life?" "But why is that a present to me?" "Islie not your husband?" "P. S.—Willard Marsh, on this tho fatal 15th day of July, I hand you this manuscript, sealed, to be opened and read under the conditions agrefed upon, and at the place which 1 designata. 1 forego my intention to keep it \ on my body to explain the manner of my death, which is not important. It will serve to explain the manner of yours. I am to call for you.during the night to receive assurance that you haye read the manuscript. Yon know mo well enough to expect me. But, my friend, it will be after ID o'clock. May God have mercy on your souls! J. R. C." "Yes." "May I go with you?" "Yes." The stranger stepped in. "How far do you go?" he asked when Cadmua haJ ahoyed out into the stream. "Home." "No. Now listen to me. You did /ive me a New Year's present, but you do not know it. Look—some men found this frozen in the river this morning." It was the poem which Cadmus had thrown away. "I didn't know until just now that you loved me. I am as peculiar as you are, and I have come to give |rou a New Year's present—my lore. When iti Athens Dr. Talmage attended a highly interesting lecture delivered by Professor Stanhopo Orris, late professor of Greek at Princeton college, and now director of the American school of classical studies at Athens. The American consul presided. Among the notabilities present were 8ir Edmund' Monson, the British minister, and Lady Monson; Mr. Haggard, brother of the author of "She;" Count Butzow, the Russian minister; the Greek poet. Bike 1m; the librarian of the Greek senate and others. At the close of the lecture the chairman called on several of the guests to nsaks addresses. In response to the invitation given him. Dr. Talmage spoke as follows: "I am glad to find in the chair one who has long stood in the front tank of American educators. Indeed, America cannot afford to send to Greece any except her best men, for the United States government and your country have long been in intimate sympathy. Among the most eloquent utterances that rang through America in my childhood days were tho words of Henry Clay in behalf of Grecian independence. The afternoon has been to me an enchantment. This lecture by our eminent friend, Professor Orris, on 'Plato's Discourse Concerning the Immortality of the Soul,' is matchless. As, in America, the Connecticut river, wide and deep in other places, at Bellows Falls rolls between banks so close that you can almost leap across it, so the great river of Plato's writings has rolled today between the narrow banks of this brief but brilliant lecture. There is no subject that could so much interest me as this one of Immortality. In our time (here is mucli said about evolution. 1 must confess that I am not so much interested in mv origin as in my destiny. I am not so anxious about who my ancestors were a million years ago as to where I shall be a million years from now. I do not care so much about where I cams from as^about where I am going to. I am not so much interested in the preface to my cradle as I am in the appendix to my grave. I am not so much interested in protoplasm as I am in eternasm. Tho'was'is swallowed up in iie 'to be.' I am glad that Plato meastred something of the height and .readth, the length and depth of this subject, thte immortality of the soul. His writings are a tremendous gospel. He wrote without the advantage of Bible revelation, but we are not to despise the starlight and moonlight because now the Sun of Righteousness has arisen. Foi .us cordial greeting, this afternoon, of i stranger, I thank you." . "How far Is it?" "Two miles. How far do you want to *o?" "I want to go home with you." Cadmus dropped his oars. "What do you want to go home with me for?" "Because I have become interested in you." We reached the island all right, remained there until 2 o'clock p. m., and then starred tor home. At about 1 o'clock the sky hazed up and the wind died almost away, and as the tide would begin to run out at 2 I became somewhat anxious. My sailor experience warned me that there would be a change of wind and weather, and I was impatient to getaway. One trifle and another detained ns until the hour named. The people enjoyed themselves immensely, and it was not for me to say when-are Should start, although I did throw out a hint or two that 1 suspected a change of weather. All were in good spirits when we finally got away, and as the yawl was a good sailer she crept along at a fair speed until the wind suddenly- fell as flat as yon pleased. We were then opposite the ocean inlet, which was a mile brood, and we began to drift out with the tide. I had a pair of oars in the boat, and Mr Howe took one and I the other, and we pulled away to cross the space. As he was not a strong man, and had had no practice in rowing, we made no gain, and, to make matters worse, be lost his oar overboard and it was swept away. Before the man who was reading this manuscript had finished ono of the others had picked up the candle and lighted it When the reader had done he quietly thrust the paper against the flame, and, despite the protestations of tho others, held it until it was burnt t® ashes. At the inquest nothing could elicit an intelligible account of what the paper contained. The man who did this, and who placidly endured a severe reprimand from the coroner, was a son-in-law of the late Charles Breede. Come, let us go to the village." In a magazine article, rece lished, Parks "wrote up" the cabin, closing with these words: "Cadmus is now one of the • eessful business men in Nash his wife is regarded as the _ woman in the State." Oris P. He 'Went Her One Mr. Jackman Hattan—Oh pretty good-sized picture; b know, paintings don't sell by , Miss Packer (of Chicago)— that; but just think, it's alJ those tiny little brushes, and ley uses only the very best ot Mr. Hattan—As to that, I friend who paints water-c uses exclusively imported Miss Packer—Oh I Isn't that Puck. , "Good morning, Cohtoo-r-I am In luck, it stems. You have often said that my commendation of your literary work was mere civility; and here you find me absorbed—actually merged—in your latest story in The Messenger. Nothing lees shocking than your touch upon my shoulder would have roused me to consciousness." recently pub's fact of the Cadmus took up his oars. find much at my house." "But what I find there will doubtleu be Interesting." "You won't most sue- iville, and handsomest Bead. A peculiar light shone in Cadmus' eyes. "I wish I might dare to hope bo." "The proof is stronger than you seem to know," replied the man; "so keen is your eagerness to read my story that you are unwilling to renounce selfish considerations and forego all the pleasures you could get from tt." "Why?" Better. . yes: It's » but then, you . ♦,he yard. —I know done -vpith Mr. Brom- [From The Times.] Yesterday the commissioners of lunacy committed to the asylum Mr. James R Colston, a writer of some local reputation, connected with The Messenger. It will be remeinliered that on the evening of the 15th inst Mr. Colston was given into custody by one of his fellow lodgers in the B&ine house, who bad observed him acting very suspiciously; baring his throat and whetting a razor—occasionally trying its edge by actually cutting through the skin of his arm, etc. On being handed over to the police the unfortunate man made a desperate resistance and has ever since been so violent that it has been necessary to keep him in a strait jacket. It is thought bis malady is due to grief and excitement caused by the mysterious death of his friend Willard Marsh.—Ambrose Bierce in San Francisco Examiner. "Because I take you to be an educated man." "What difference does that make?" "You shall see." "I don't understand you," said the other, folding the newspaper that he held and putting it in his pocket. "You writers are e queer lot anyhow. Come, tell me what 1 have done or omitted. In what way does th« pleasure that I get from your work depend on mef A flig ht of rude stone Bteps led up to the cabin. The stranger appeared to 1m pleased with the vines and flowers outalde, but inside he found nothing to interest him. There were twoUhJkirs, a 'pine table and an old tin dish safe* The •tranger sat down. Cadmus went to the Ufa and took out a roll of manuscript. Jil. have a er-colors, asd b* * »xDllinaris. 'ovelyl— "In many ways. Let me ask you how you would enjoy your dinner if you took itin thii street car. Suppose the phonograph so per fee ted as to be able to give you an entire We were three miles from the brig, and I was getting ready to hoist a signal when the sky darkened up with a sort of fog, shotting us ia, and the wind breezed up directly off shore. Had it not been for the strong tide I could hare beat back into the bay, even in the fog, but I was soon compelled to tell Mr. Howe that we were being drifted and driven oat to sea. The news a$ onoe unnerved him, and his words and demeanor ail the others, who began wailing and lamenting. Little Bon was an exception. He was not only too young to understand the danger, but he enjoyed the novelty of the situation. He crept hick to the stern sheets, stood between my knaes to steady himself, and whispered: "I shaVt cry, Jack. Only I wish my dog was hers!" All for » Free "Ad." Wylie—What's the matter with you, Eeiley? Why so furious? all day of the seventh, and on the mailing of senger in a carriage to insure speed: opera—singing, orchestration and all. Do you think you would get much pleasure out of it if you turned it on at your office during business hours! Do you really cars for a serenade by Schubert when you hear it fiddled by an untimely Italian on a morning ferryboat) Are you always cocked and primed for admiration? Do you keep every mood on tap, ready to any demand) Let me remind you, sir, that the story which you do me the honor to begin as a means of ohlivion to the discomfort of this street car is a ghost story I" the eighth, although a favorable breeze was blowing, and we all felt in better spirits, I had to cut up the other shoe. Little Ben was now reduced to a bundle of bones, and he had the glassy eyes which go with a fever, while the girls were burned and freckled and starved until I could not bear to look at them. Both wero looking ahead in a vacant, uncanny way, and Ben was resting in my arms while I, steered, when we ran straight across the course of a trader coming up from New Zealand, and were picked up. Being a young man, and a tough one, it wasn't a fortnight before I was my old self again, but the girls and the boy were down with fever for a month or more, and were a whole year in being restored to health.— New York Sun. . . Hon. Charilaos Tricoupia, President of Council, Minister of Finance, eta Dkab Sin—Thanks without number for your courtesy to me and mine. You have made our visit to Greece a great delight by presenting us to your beautiful queen. I very much desire to secure for a corner stone for my new church, which will be the largest in America, as my church recently destroyed by fire was the largest, a stone from Mars Hill (the Areopagus;, and which should measure about twentysix Inches long by eighteen Inches wide and five inches thick. If you can consistently and without trouble giant me this permission our American consul. Dr. Irving J. Manatt, will kindly consent to attend to the details and supervise the procuring and shipping the stone to America. So will illustrious Greece be still more endeared to the heart of our American peoplo. Reiley— you read this infernal article abouii me in the Evening Hash? Wylle—Wijiy don't you treat that with silent contempt? Reiley—Ski I would if that scoundrel reporter hacln't misspelled my name.—■ Puck. The United States minister, Mr. A. L. Snowdcn, being absent at Bucharest and our stay ir Athens but brief, it was apparently not within the range of possibilities for Dr. Talmage and party to be presented to the queen. A week or ten days' notice being required to secure an introduction to royalty, we had given up the expectation of seeing the amiable queen, when, the morning after the interview with M. Tricoupis, Dr. Talmage was informed by that gentleman that he to present him and party to the queen. When we arrived at the palace we found that the ex-Empress Victoria, widow of the Emperor Frederick III, was just about to leave Athens, where she had attended the wedding of her daughter Sophie to the crown prince of Greece. She bowed and smiled very sweetly as she passed us, although her eyes were filled with tears on her parting with the queen. M. Tricoupis presented Dr. Talmage, wife and and daughter and Mr. and Mrs. Loui? Klopsch. Queen Olga shook hands with all in the right royal democratic American fashion, and then engaged Dr. Talmage in conversation. Queen Olga saying that she sincerely regretted the disagreeable wind and dustiness of the streets in Athens, the preacher gallantly responded t)ia1 the great pleasure he experienced i/. meeting her majesty much more than compensated for the inclemency of the weather. She smiled pleasantly ami lDowed in recognition of the compliment. The queen said slio had heard that Dr. Talmage was on his .way to Palestine, and hoped sincerely that he and his party would enjoy a safe and pleasant jour- Everybody Surprised. Let me relate an incident that occurred in Philadelphia, where 1 was giving exhibitions on mind reading with Professor aud Mme. Steen. In one of these tests a committeeman picks out cards from a pack that is marked on the backs. Mr. Steen can tell instantly when he sees the card what is chosen. I stand in the center of the audience blindfolded. After the card is chosen from Mi*. Steen's form of question I know what card he has in mind. On this occasion there was one particularly incredulous committeeman. lie picked out a card? But before he did so Mr. Steen wanted to make an example of him, and, trusting to his wits to correct me should 1 make a mistake, said to him: At the Henderson Hop. Miss Waito (who has been a wallflower all th# evening)-.-A waltz? Mr. Henderson, you are too kind. "Welir "Weill Has the reader no duties corresponding to-his privileges! You have paid five cents for that newspaper. It is yours. You have the legal right to read it when and where you will. Much of what is in it is neither helped nor harmed by time and place and mood; some of it actually requires to be read at once—while it is fizzing. But my story is not of that character. The stuff will keep until you have leisure to put yourself into the frame of mind appropriate to the sentiment of the piece—which I submit that you cannot do in a street car: An author has rights which the reader is bound to respect." "For specific exampleP Mr. Henderson (host of the occasion) —Not at all,.Miss Waite. Tou know the performanco'jof one'i duty is sometimes sweeter than actual pleasure.— Bazar. City lind Country Howm. After we had driven over the bar, which always forms at every inlet, the breeze freshsosd sfeUl more, and I had to run off before it, although 1 double reefed the sail. Had I attempted to beat back to the coast line I should have got among the rocks and reefs which lined it for miles and miles. There was room in the inlet to beat up against the tide, but it was now so dark that I could hardly sss the bow of the boat, and I bad no compass and could have run only by dangerous guesswork. In heading dead out to sea 1 expected nothing worse than to have to pass the night on the water. By morning, at least, the brig would know that we had met with a piece of ill luck, and would stand out to pick us up. And, too, the wind might go down with the sun or vev to a favorable quarter. Therefore, while Mr. Howe cursed his foolishness in ever steeping foot into the yaw), and while the women cowered and wept, I was encouraged to hope that everything might torn out for the best. At 5 o'clock by my watch, the face of whieh I could hardly see through the gloom, the wind was blowing a topsail breeze and the sea getting a nasty roll. Every one but myself became seasick and fell to the bottom of the boat, and for the next three hours I heard but cries and groans of distress. Tky reaTdarlness had come now, and I could not see half the 'mgth of the boat. I held her steady as she went, and was gratified to find that she made good work of it and did not have to be watched as closely as a larger boat might. It was about 9 o'clock when Mr. Howe roused up and crawled aft to me. He was in despair, but Calmer than before. I made light of the adventure, predicting that we would b« boC;k at the farm before noon next day, and calling his attention to the splendid behavior of the boat, and after a little he seemed to have hopes. I suggested that we have a bite to eat, and ho got the hamper of provisions. It contained wine, •ake, crackers, cheese und ii two candles, which bad been taken along to explore a cave said to bo located on the is4- and, but which we did not find. We got a light, roused up the others, and after we bud broken our fast all felt more cheerful. With high regards to yourself and sister from myself and family, and a God bless you and a good-by, I am yours gratefully, T. Ds Witt Talmags, Pastor Brooklyn Tabernacle. Within half an hour Dr. Talmage received the following autographic note from Premier Tricoupia: Bev. T. De Witt Talmage. Dzab Sib—I shall have great pleasure in attending to your request, and I believe there wQl be no difficulty in the matter. And 1 am yours truly, CmruLioa Taioocpts. Wife (of miser)—Yes, I mot Mrs. Smith this morniug, and in return for her insults I heaped coals of fire on her head. Jinks—Winks must bo doing finely. He tells me lie has a country house and a city house, j Binks—He "has. He takes care of my country house in winter, and my city house in summer.—N. T. Weekly. Miser—You should not have so; coal is seven dullars a ton now.—Harpers Bazar. "ABB YOU GOING UP THE BIYIB?" "I am a poet," he said. "I am sacrificing •very thing for my love of the divine art which we find in verse. You are the only educated man that has ever visited the laboratory of my muse. What la your name?" The Fat Man's Story. , The boys had been looking at the fat man for some time as he strolled up and down the depot platform smoking a good cigar and his "The right to the reader's undivided attention. To deny him that is immoral. To maks him share your attention with the rattle of a street oar, the moving panorama of the crowds on the sidewalks and the buildings beyond—with any of the thousands of distractions which make our customary environment—is to treat him with gross injustice. By God, it is infamous P "Now, sir, I want you to pick out a card from the pack, and before you do so, Mr. Kellar will tell you what card you'will select." HARDSHIPS OF GENIUS. Homes was a beggar. Spenceb died In want. Cervantes* died of huagef. TerrasCE,:tho dramatist, waa a Slav*. Dryden llCed in poverty and distress. Butler livsd a life of penury and died poor. face wearing a look of contentment, and one of them finally observed that it was a good time for him to tell a story. "Eh! A story to pass away the time—certainly," be replied as he sat down on a baggage truck recently painted a sky blue color. "You must know, gentlemen," he began, after getting bis legs crossed, "that I was not al ways at the head of' the leading banking house of Chicago. No. All my life, np to ten years ago, was passed in the far west, on the plains and prairies and among the hills and mountains. I had, as you may suppose, numerous adventures. I was just thinking of my escape from a prairie fire, but tbe details might not interest you." "Oh, yes they will I" wo all cried in chorus. "Well, one day in the fifties I. was journeying across a Kansas prairie on foot. One morning I got up to find fifty miles of tall, dry grass between ine and the hills. A strong brcese sprang up with tbe sun, and I had scarcely started on my way before I discovered a great smoke to windward. The Indians bad set fire to the prairie to kill off the rattlesnakes, you know." "By George! but you were in for it!" exclaimed the hardware drummer from St. Louis. Nothing could have been more satisfactory. Highly gratified at his success, Dr. Talmage immediately made arrangements to have the stone cut and shipped to Brooklyn, where it will arrive in good season for the time of the corner stone laying, which will be shortly after his return from his trip. In my hurry to intfoduce the Tabernacle matter I have postponed some important incidents of our stay in Athens which, as the above correspondence intimates, anticipated that. We arrived at Athens on Nov. 20. The next morning Dr. Talmage preached »n Mars' HIH to a gathering of Aineri)ans, Englishmen and Greeks, reading the lesson of the day Paul's address to the Athenians of his time as reported in Acts xvii. The day was not Sunday, and preaching was not in order according to our prearranged programme, but the earnest divine was so carried away by the enthusiasm of the occasion that he took out his Bible, which he always carries with hitn, and which seems to be Mind you, Mr. Steen was not touching the cards which were spread out, face downward on the table, and he could choose what ho pleased. I don't know why I answered as I did. It was sheer lnck, but I said promptly, "The three of spades." The man selected £rom the pack, and, sure enough, he happened to get that card. The effect on the audience was startling and no one was more startled than myself.—Kcllar in St. Louis Post-Dispat(fh. "What is your trade in life?" "I am a writer.' "What sort of writer?" •'John Parks.1' "You know what I mean," continued the writer impetuously, crowding his words— '.'you know what I mean, Marsh. My stuff in this morning's Messenger is plainly subheaded 'A Ghost Story.' That is ample notice to an; every honorable reader will understand the conditions under which the work is to be read." "Oh, I write stories and sketches." , Cadmus' eyes brightened. He spread out the manuscript. His visitor's countenance fell. "Listen," said Cladmus, "and tell me what you think of this— toll me the truth." Sir Walter Raleigh ' died em fit* scaffold. Tlwre is much that iB attractive in nodern Athens. It has good buildings md well kept streets, and its stores apDear to Ik? well stocked. My observation -i that the majority of its population Ireas very much as we do. jQf course, iouw s of oriental architecture still exist, and one sees quite a good many people dressed-in the quaint attire of the :ist. Now and then a mountaineer of iuge stature, angular and powerful, garbed somewhat like the Highland jedt and armed heavily, stalks proudly Dy. I suppose, in all cities newly arisen from the dead, so to speak, conrasts fire very striking, as the slow old furk at hi) stall in the costume of cenuries ago and the pert young lady fresh ' roiu boarding school, with all the furbeCi\vs of the most advanced fashion on Bacon livcxl a life of meanness nl distress. ! Plautub, i/ho Roman coulo poe$, turned a mllL —1 Pacl Bobghesi: had fourteen trades, yet starved with all. Tasso, the Italian poet, wai often dl»- trossod for fli o ahililngs. Cadmus read pajro after page of rerses. "What do you think of it?" ••Well, it is suroly passionate." "But is it good?" The gentleman addressed as Marsh winced a trifle, then asked with a smile: "What conditions? How, when, where should I read your ghost story}" riwU Demand Water. "In solitude—at night—by the light of a candle.* There aro curtain emotions which a C*an easilv euoueb excite—such as compassion or i/ierriuieiiL i cu., mum juu to tears or laughter under almost any circumstanccs. But for my ghost story to be effective yon must be made to feel fear—at least, a strong sense of the supernatural—and that is a different matter. I have a right to expect that if you read me at all you will jive me a chance; that you will make yourself access 'Jb]a to the emotion which I try to inspire." Edmund P. Kirby, in an address read before the market gardeners of Boston, showed the paramount importance of irrigation by many direct proofs. He first alluded to the increasing scarcity of water, as shown by the failure of dams and water privileges all about the cleared country to do the work they formerly did; then to tlie fact that 400 parts of water must pass through plants in general for every one part of dry matter fixed, and that as much as three pounds of water passes through one cabbage plant in on day of twenty-four hours, if there Is moisture enough in the soil and growth is free. "There are some good features about is. Who is the young lady whose beauty you praise? * , Steele, the humorist, llred • llf» of porfeot warfare with bailiffs. ney, We were all charmed with the simplicity of the queen and the cordial manner in which she received us. Our interview with her was one of the most delightful incidents of the trip, and Dr. Talmage insisted that all the eulogies that he had heard concerning that gracious lady fell short of doing her justice. Wo did not meet the king of Greece at Athens, but saw him the day we were at Corinth, where he was about to embark with his royal father, the king of Denmark, and to accompany him as far as Corfu. He is very accessible to visitors, and M. Tricoupis seemed to regret his absence very much. "She lives in the village When I beoome a groat poet I shall ask her tf marry me." Otwat, the English dramatist, prematurely/ »nd through hunger. "How do you oxppfittobecomo a great poet? You have no books. To be great you must study." BextivooIio was refused. admittance into a hospital ho had orected himself. The death of Collins was through lect, first causing mental derangement. 'I study my own so'.il.' "That is not sufficient, mderstand versification. "But I understand trutk." "Truth alone can be rough and brutal. Poetrr must be beautiful and tender." Yau don't Chatte bton, tho child of genius and misfortune, destroyed himself it eighteen. "Ye*, I realized that in a moment. In five minutes I could see a billow of flame to windward. It was at least twenty miles long, and spreading as it came. It was coming faster than a horse oould run. I figured that it would be upon me in five minutes." "And you dug a hole in the earth?" queried the glue man from New York. "I had nothing to dig with. If I had had the proper tools the time was too short." "Then the wind changed," put in th« Yankee notion man from Cincinnati. "Never a point. As I stood there that great ocean of flam« came roaring down toward me like the besom of destruction. I lost fully two minutes before I got to work. I could even feel the heat of the fierce flames scorching my flesh." "But, bang it, man, you escaped?" "I did." * "You don't show any scars of burns." "No," "Well, get to the point." his guide book on this journey, and began to read. As he read he made interesting remarks on the passage be wm reading. When he first began to read there were but few persons present, but as soon as he was fairly started they congregated fast and faster, until a good' sized audience had assembled. Those whr I Kncliah listanaH eacerlv to the preacher's words, taking such places and attitudes as enabled them to catcli every worn ne saiu. x no congregation sang: "All hail the power of Jesus' name," in which Dr. Talmage joined with enthusiasm. He then took his text from the address on which he had commented and began to preach. It was fortunate that the weather was very fair,and his eloquent sermon was listened to in comfort. I think I have never heard him speak with greater fluency and impressiveness ffce oar had now arrived at it* Urmmui jad »topped The trip JiMt completed mu its flirt for the day, and (ha conversation of the two had not bean interrupted. • r pretty figure, and the modern policeman ana the fierce warrior irom ine distant mountain region. Savage died In a prison at Bristol, where ho was confined for a debt oi forty dollars. * "Do you mean to «ay." Martb began, "that If I taka tha trouble to observe your "Go back to the Tillage," said Cadmus. "You may understand the rhyms of the world but you do not know the poetry of the soul." i«e !in;st building in Athens, Duiit subsequently to the recovery of Greek national independence, is the palace, which was completed jn 1843. Buildings appropriated to art and education are well built and handsome. The Archav logical institute, founded by the French government, is a notable structure. directions— plaea myself in tha condition which you demand: solitude, night and a tallow caudle—you can with your ghastltest work give me an uncomfortable sense of the supernatural, accelerate my pulse, make me Start at sudden noises, send a nervous chill along my spine and cause my hair to rise?" Colston turned suddenly and looked him squarely In the eyes as they walked. "You would not dare—you have not the courage," he said. He emphasized the words with a contemptuous gesture. "You are brave enough to read me in a street car; but—in a deserted house—alone—In the forest —at nightl Bah! 1 have a manuscript in m.v pocket which would kill you." Marsh was angry. He knew himself a man of courage and the words stuDg him. "If you know such a place," be said, "take me there tonight and leave me your story and a candle. Call for me wheu I've had time enough to read it, and I'll tell you the entire plot and—kick you out of the place." The Best Time to Fell Timber. Goldsmith's "Vicar of Wakefield" wa» sold for a trifle to save him from the grip of the law. The best time to cut trees for lumber is in November, December and January, when there is least as well as thinnest sap in the pores of tlio wood, and when the weather is so cold that fermentation will not set in to injure the fiber, says a writer in the Tribune. • In summer the sap is richer as well as more abundant, and in the hot weather a lively destructive fermentation ia very liable to set in. It is an undisputed belief among old woodsmen that trees felled In suninirr quickly decay. Tho branches of a beech tree felled, while the tree is full of sap will be decayed to such an extent by the following winter tliat they may be easily broken, even if large in size; and are worthless for firewood. Lumber from hemlock felled in summer, so as to peel off the bark for tanning, is not so good as that cut In winter. Had the women been of the common sort, i should have known what to say to brace the m np, but tbey were aristocrats, tender as tpring flowers, and a bit of hardship was cticulated to upset 'em. I made an attempt to belittle the situation, sad declared that it was nothing but an unpleasant adventure, aiai after a bit they all got some courage and twgan to be more hopeful. What worried in* the most was the fact that the wind kept g.«- ting np stronger and stronger, and by U o'clock the yawl was humming through the yeast like a man-of-jwrJn a g&le. I know we were going oat into the Indian ocean at the rate of fifteen miles an hoar, and that if the wind held as it was we'd be at least a hundred miles off the shore by sunrise. If it j;ot np much stronger I'd bave to bring the yawl about head on, no matter what the risk, lor she was now rolling gunwale down and only just keeping ahead of the rollers. I got the women folks to lie down in the bottom of 1 he boat, and then had Mr. Howe pass me the single oar, a piece of board which little Ban had put in, a bit of two by four scantling which was under a thwart, and a water pull. VV hile still holding the yawl dead before the wind I tied these together for a drag, told Mr. Howe to attach them to the boat's painter, and by midnight was ready to bring her head on. It wastlme. The wtad was now blowjitg The evening of the day in which we had our interview with Queen Olga, the first secretary and charge d'affaires of the Russian embassy, M. Bachmetiff, and his wife, a daughter of Gen. Beale, exminister of the United States to Austria- Hungary, joined us at a dinner party at the Hotel de la Grande Bretagne. Gen. Beale, the reader will remember, was the intimate and confidential friend of Gen. Grant. It was to him that the hero confided first the shocking secret that he was afflicted with a disease that must soon terminate his life. Mrs. Bachmetiff we found to be a bright, witty and handsome lady. She possesses great influence in oolitical circles, and is a leader in Bociety. This fortunate laay, moreover, maintains intimate relations with the royal family of Greece, with all of whom she is a great favorite. Dr. Irving J. Manatt, consul of the United States of America at Athens, paid Dr. Taluiage marked attention and did all in his power to be of service to him. The consul is a highly educated gentleman, a very eminent Greek scholar, and until recently ho filled a/wDnt CHAPTER H. FiF.i.DiTfG lies in the buryinf-grennd of the English factory at Lisbon without a stono to mark tho spot. Two days later Cadnias was standing on the village street, when be saw Parks and Nil Spencer drl re past In a buggy. The girl did not look at the poet. He turned away, sought bis home and C*!d not oome to the village again for tt ore than two months. Then he saw Parks and Nil drive past, and he heard some one say: "They are to be married soon." The poet went back to his cabin. He took up the poem which ho had red to Parks and wrote upon it the following: • Milton sold his copyright of "Paradise Lost" for seventy-two dollars, at three payments, and finished bis life in obscurity. I/una Klopsch. The Nizam's Liberality. A Bombay paper says: "We bear fhw Hyderabad that his highness the Risen has appointed a commWos to inquire Into the debts left by the lat* Sir Salar Jung the younger. When Sir Balar died, a few months ago, it was stated by his friends that the demands against bis estate amounted to fifteen lakhs of rupees. Since then claims to the value of thirty lakhs have been submitted It is to Investigate the causes of this sudden increase in the amount that the commission has been appointed. The Nizam has acted with great lilierality toward the Selar Jung family. Ik-sides paying several lakhs count of the debts of the first Sir Salar Jung, his highness has once already discharged very large liabilities incurred by the second Rir Salar, to whom the state also granted i handsome pension on retirement from the •fflce of prime minister. Finally, a month)/ ■eniion of its. 7,500 has been sanctioned for -aw younger brother of the late Sir Salar." Camof.xs, the celebrated writer of the "Lusiad. the great Portuguese epio, ended his life, it is said, in an almshouse, and at any rato was supported by a faithful black servant, who begged in the streets of Lisbon for him. "I will. I waited until the flames wen not than he did on this occasion. over a mile away, and then I took my bal- In the course of his remarks he exloon off my back, pressed the button which ciajmed: "What a bold man Paul was permitted the natural gas to flow in from the . at h .li. ,„i_ ,r „ . reservoir, and, taking my seat in' the chair, I a £? 7 P*atform and Shot up into the air about 500 feet .and let the j* bia \°lce ran& out flames sweep under me. One of my boot oyer the valley between here and the heels was a little -scorched, but that was all Acropolis, he swung his hand toward the damage done." that pile of heathen divinities and an"Do you tell that for truth!" angrily de- nounced his belief in only one God, say*Urch man from °»w«ea ing as he did so: 'God, that made the oanv h Our Com- worW and all things therein, seeing that K Ws' he b Lord of heavea dwelleth can (and do undersell all others Send in not in tcmPlea ma^e with hands;' and your orders early «ad avoid the winter rush, then looking up at the glittering idols on That's alL" the higher bill he continued: 'We ought "Nil Spencer, died November 10th." Kusul Catarrh Then, going half way down the steps, he wadded up tho paper and thiew it into the river. U h dangerous disease. From its tendency to extend to the threat, tronchial tubes, atid finally to involve the lungs i. cor suir.puve diseases,' it aLould be prC cqptly cured, that these gritvo dange a may bo averted, $6 confident are tho manufacturers of Dr. Sage's Remedy cf fieir bilny to cope successfully wiih th s prevulect oisease. that they have for vet»ra offered, in yood falttj, reward for a cas» of cniarrh, bo matDef how bad or how many years aim.diner, which they cannot cere, tii meop 01 ly 56 cents, by druggists. That Is bow it occurred that the farmer's boy, looking in at an unglazed window of the Breeds house, saw a man sitting in the light of a candle. Weeks passed, but the poet of the cabin did not go to the village. Cold weather had come, and the dead and mourning fragments of the vines clung to the outer walls of the rude log house. Preferred Another Brand. Customer—A cigar, please. Are these good? Late In the afternoon of the next day three men and a boy approached the Breede bouse from that point of the compais toward which the boy had fled the preceding night. They were in high spirits apparently: they talked kradlj end laughed, They made facetious Dealer—'They're the kind I smoke myself.One morning, the first day of the New Year, Cadmus was walking along the frozen river when he heard some one call; and, looking about him, he •aw a man attempting to get out oI Una Customer—Yes, but perhaps you can show me a brand you can't afford to •moke yourself.—Boston Transcript. ?EERIE88 PTES Solo rr*Du'iiuim

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' " ;iv • #*} oldest fewsuauer in the Wvomitig Valley PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 3, 1890. A VVteKly Local ana l amilv journal \ LOST LIGHT. half a gale, and there was danger that a fol- TALMABB IN ATHENS. not to think that the Godhead is like unto gold, or silver, or stone, graven by art and man's device.' No wondsr that meeting broke up in a riot and that Paul had to clear out and go to Corinth, from which we came vest*rday. In that immortal speech Paul was the first orator to announce the confraternity of all nations. The ancient Greeks, unlike these liberal Greeks that surround mo here, thought they were of different mold from other nations. They had all the architecture, ail tho sculpture, all the drama, all the religion of the world. They were porcelain, other people plain earthenware. They were first, others second. They were models, others the imperfect copies. With the one sentence, 'God hath made of one blood all nations,' Paul overthrows and routs that theory." ably the position of chahctellor of the Nebraska State university. He called at oar hotel quite frequently. In one of his several Interviews with Dr. Talmage, the preacher of the Brooklyn Tabernacle said that on his return to the United States he should recommend to wealthy people who are doeirous of aiding deserving theological students to secure an education, to send them out in groups of ten or twenty on a tour such as he is now taking. "This is one of the grandest cures for dry sermonizing. Young men tliirsting for knowledge would willingly dispense with luxury, and living together could, by practicing ordinary economy, go over the same territory for about $350 each. What an inspiration it would be to theml The same amount of money could be spent nowhere else to equal advantage." "Have you found, Dr. Talmage," asked Dr. Manatt on another occasion, "anything in your travels that will prove of useful interest to you?" "Oh, yes," replied Dr. Talmage, "at every step. I have for months been looking among the faces of Christ by great artists for one that I might reproduce in my book. I have seen Raphael's Christ and Rubens' Christ and Rembrandt's Christ and Angola b Christ and Giotto's Christ and Ghirlandajo's Christ, as well as the Christs of our modern artists. I have looked for Christly faces in all the French and Italian and Grecian art galleries." "Have you found any that you think looks like Christ?" "I have, I have," responded the doctor, "but it is by a comparatively unknown painter. We are almost always disappointed with a' picture of Christ. It is the universal criticism of such pictures: 'While I admire the artistic merit of the production, that picture is not my idea of the Saviour I' The picture is apt to represent Christ either as effeminate or arrogant, weak or awfuL To commingle in one picture strength and humility, suffering and triumph, the lionlike and the lamblike, the face that frowned the bestormed lake into a calm and yet was such an invitation to babyhood that children tumbled from their mothers' arms into his bosom—that was what I was looking for, and that I have found. A young artist whose face was unusual for manliness and tenderness met me on-the street and said: 'Dr. Talmage. I have a face of Christ that I would like you to look atr 'Where is it? I asked, and found that I must take the rail train before I could reach the studio. Glad am I that I went. With a friend whose life has been among pictures I sat .aid studied the canvas. That which I watt impressed with at the first glance grew upon me until I said to my friend: 'That is # the way I believe the Saviour looked. That is the face I mean to have, if I can get it, for my Life of Christ.' To make a long story short, the picture is mine. It will, by agreement, be veiled and unseen until it is seen in the book." HOW TO READ A STORY. and good numorsd ironical remarks to tt» boy about his adventure, which evidently they did not believs in. He accepted tha raillery, with seriousness, making no reply. Arriving at the house and finding the door bolted on the inside, the party of Investigators entered without further ceremony than breaking it down. Leading out of tha passage into which this door had opened was another on the right and one on the left. These two doors alto were fastened, and were brokan in. They entered at random the one on the left first. It was vacant. In the room on the right—the one which had the black front windows—was the dead body of a maul did not tell him what I proposed to do, fearing he would become nervous and rattle me, but I quietly waited for the right moment. lowing sea might break aboard and All us. I THE POET OF THE CABIN. rirtr through % hol« in the ice. It vu Parks. ! "Wh»t are yon doing?" " « . • — I elnnot make her grade come back- That sunshine of her face. That used to make this worn earth seem, At times, so gay a place. The same dear eyes look out at me; The features are the same; But, oh, the smile is out of them. And I must be to blame. « Procuring a Corner Stone for the Brooklyn Tabernacle. One midsummer night a farmer's boy living about ten miles from the city of Cincinnati was following a bridlepath through a dense and dark forest. He had been searching for some missing cov«§, and at nightfall found himself a l|ng way from home and In a part of the country with which he was but partly familiar. CHAPTBHL "Merciful hunu, help ma or I jfone." I "Haw 414 fou g»t In?" - "I wm akiitinjr And fall In. Help i sent him to the bow to throw out the drag, and when I hauled sheet and put the tiller over I could feel my heart in my throat. She hung for a moment, and every soul aboard TEC If la a 11 age situated East Tennessee. It is a quiet 1 romantic ace; no factosmoke blurs atmosphere 1 no gratinf dls- Sometimes I see it still; I went With her the other day. To meet a long missed friend, and while We still were on the way. Her confidence in waiting love Brought back for me to see, That old time love light to her eyea That will not shine for me screamed out in terror, but the crisis passed, and as she settled into a hollow she Was head ANOTHI R SERMON ON MARS' HILL. to the Rale, and the drag was holding her thus. I then explained to the people that The night was clear but In the woods it was exceedingly dark. It was more by the sense of touch than by that of sight that the lad kept the obscure path. He had gone into the forest a mile or more wh«»n he was surprised to see a feeble gleam of light shiniug through the foliage skirting the path on his left. The sight of it startled him, and set his heart to beat audibly. "The old Breede house is somewhere about here," he said to himself. "This must be a continuation of the path which we reach It by from oar side. Ugh! what should a light be doing there I I don't like it." nothing more could be done, and that they might as well lie down. When they were down I got out an old oil cloth and cpvered them from the flying spray as much as possible, and then took my seat amidships to use Corinth, the Gibraltar of Greece—Athens In a Festive Mood—The Correspondence Which Give* Brooklyn a Stone from Mars' Hill. It lay partly on one side, with the forearm beneath it, the cheek on the floor. The eyes were wide open; the stare was not an agreeable thing to encounter. Tho lower jaw had fallen; a little pool of saliva had collected beneath the mouth. An overthrown table, a partly burned candle, a chair and some paper with writing on it were all else that the room contained. The men looked at the body, touching the face in turn. The boy gravely stood at the bead, assuming a look of ownership. It was the proudest moment of his life. One of the men said to him; "You're a good *on"—a remark which was received by the two others with nods of acquiescence. It was Skepticism apologizing to Truth. Then one of the men took from the floor the sheets of manuscript and stepped to the window, for already the evening shadows were gloaming the forest. The song of the whip-poor-ijU' was heard iu the distance and a monstrous beetle sped by the window on roaring wings. ■b ita nodding Dod. A small eer, blue as » -rip of cloudess sky, tourirs along in ntentedsolilo- They tell me money waits for me; Ther say I might have fame, I like those gegaws quite as well Aa others like those same. But I care not for what I have Nor just for what I lack. One tithe as much as my heart longs To call that lost light back. the bailer. I did not rest over five miautes at a time from midnight to daylight, and when day finally broke and I looked about me, my heart was like lead. The gale still held off shore, with no rign that It might change or abate, and the ocean around me was a boiling caldron. The yawl was riding like a cork, however, and the only water taken in came from the wave crests broken off and hurled at us by the wind. Wbsn the people finally crawled out I hardly knew them. All were pale, hollow eyed and despairing, while Mr. Howe had a look upon his face which made me stare at hiin. It was [Copyright, 1889.] Athens, Nov. 22.—If my recollection ■ervee me well my l*st letter took us as far as Corinth, where we managed to squeeze out some time for 6igh't seeing. Corinth has been aptly called the Gibraltar of Greece. Time has left but little of where was once a magnificent city. The mighty Acrocorinthus still towers in the same majesty as before the glory had departed from the place it defended. Corinth is now a mere village, At dinner in the evening Dr. Talmage was warmly complimented on his sermon by several people stopping at the hotel who had heard him preach. quyjand atevenitig an old man whose hair has-long been white sings a weird song as be baits his trout line. Up the river, a few miles from the village, there lived a peculiar man—tall, handsome, and with long brown hair, softly-sad of countenance and gentle in every movement. This man, known as a sort of hermit, lived in » cabin built upon a bench that jutted out from a blufT. In summer his house was covered with gTeen vines, and in winter their dead and mourning fragments still clung to the walls. His name was Cadmus Black. Come back, dear banished smile, come back! Aad into exile drive All thoughts, and aims, and Jealous hopes That in thy stead would thrive. Who wants the earth without its sun? And what has life for me That's worth a thought, If, as its pgoe, It leaves me robbed of thee? —Edward S. Martin in Scrlbner'a Neverthele-s he pushed on. A moment lat«r and he had emerged from the forest into a small open space, mostly upgrown to brambles. There were remnants of a rotting {pnos. A few yards from the trail, in tbe middle of the clearing, was the bouse, from which the light came through an ungluzed window. The window had once contained glass, but that and its supporting frame had long ago yielded to missiles flung by hands of venturesome boys to attest alike their courage and their to the supernatural; for the Breede house bore the evil reputation of being haunted. Possibly it was not, but even the hardiest skeptic could not deny that it was deserted—which in rural regions is much the same thing. Looking at the mysterious dim light shiniug from the ruined window, the boy remembered with apprehension that his own hand had assisted at the destruction. His penitence was, of course, poignant in proportion to its tardiness and inefflcacy. He half expected to be set upon by all the unworldly and bodiless malevo lences whom be had outraged . by assisting to break alike their windows and their .peace. Yet this stubborn lad, shaking in every limb, would not retreat. The blood in bis veins wss strong and rich with tho iron of tbe frontiersman. He started to pass the house at a run. I have much more to say of our stay in Athens, but reserve it for a letter in which I expect to conclude my observations taken here. Louis Klopsch. ' a look of mortal fear and desperation, and I but its natural defense is still utilized Alexandeia, Nov. 25.—I'mail this the evening of the day we arrived here from Athens. It was written at sea. The day following his discourse on Mars' Hill, at Athens, Dr. Talmage visited M. Tricoupis, premier of Greece, an honor which resulted in this way: The sister of realized that his mind was going. The poor and is a fortress which looks capable of women didn't seem to notice it, having so dealing strongly with assailants. Inter™ch V?ubrle f theirf°wn. but littio Ben tin rem-ng detain the visitC,r to the did, and he crept over to me and whispered. . . , . "Please, Jack, but you won't leVpapa ! Acrocorinthus, whose hard climb is retouch me, will your ; warded with a sight of the ancient tem- I began to call out In a cheerful voice that ' pi® of Aphrodite, but this is scarcely disthe gale was abating, and that we were all tinguishable from the mosque which now right, tut Howe only looked at me in a cun- covers its site. AT SEA IN A YAWL TUB POXTWAJl BTAMKBES FOB A MOMENT. out—help mi and I will listen to your poetry." About fifty miles above Sidney, Australia, an gentleman named Howe, a retired civil officer, bad a fine place directly on the M. This was twenty-lire years ago, and the place may have passed through half a dozen hands since. It was a villa or country seat aad farm oombined. Howe was rich, but he raised fruits, vegetables, bay and wool to sell, aad be was part owner in a brig which called la at intervals to carry our stuff away. On my first voyage in with this brig the gentleman took a fancy to me and hired me to work •shore, and 1 had been with him three years when the distressing incident I am about to relate came about. "I have no poetry." "Well, for mercy sake, help me out anyway." "Listen- 5fou have taken away my inspiration, '4 at I -will save your life—I will give it tb you as a New Year's present"Cadmus dil not wait to hear what the - man had to say, but after helping him out hastened! home. He sat by the fire and mused. "He stole my inspiration and I ought to have drowned him. That might have restored my inspiration. Now toy days must be worthless. I no longer have an incentive to sacrifice myself to art. I believe that I can become a suooessful business man. I will go away from this place and devote myself to business. I will make people fear me. I—Come in!" "Beforo committing the act, which rightly or wrongly I have resolved on, and appearing before my Maker for judgment, I, James R Colston, deem it my duty as a journalist to mate a statement to the public. My name is, I believe, tolerably well known to the people as a writer of tragic tales, but the somberest imagination never conceived anything so gloomy as my own life and history. Not in incident; my history has been destitute of adventure and action. But my mental career has been lurid with experiences such as kill and damn. I shall not recount them here—soma of them are written and ready for publication" elsewhere. The object of these few lines is to explain to whomsoever may be interested that my death is voluntary —my own act. I shall die at 10 o'clock in the evening on the 15th of July—a significant anniversary to me, for It was on that day and at that hour that my friend in time and eternity, Charles Breede, performed his vow to me by tho game act which his fidelity to our pledge iftw entails upon me—he took his life in his little house in the Cope ton woods. There was the customary verdict of temporary insanity. Had I testified at that inquest —bad I told all I knew—they would have called mo mad! I have still a week of life in which to arrange my worldly affairs and prepare for the great change. It is enough, for I have but few affairs, and it is now four years since death became an imperative obligation. 1 shall bear this writing on my body; the finder will please hand it to the coroner. "James R. Colstox" of the statesman, who, like him, is unmarried, presides at his mansion. She entertained Mrs. Talmage in the morning, when she suggested that the Brooklyn preacher visit her brother, who, she added, would be delighted to see him. Accordingly in the afternoon Dr. Talmage and the writer paid their respects to the prime minister at the war department. Although a very busy man, holding two portfolios and crowded with important matters, the Greek assembly being in session, M. Tricoupis received us very courteously. The Greek premier is a man whose appearance impresses one that he possesses great mental power. He has a strikingly intellectual countenance, and is very polished in his manners. His countrymen honor and revere him to an extraordinary degree, and recent events have increased the hold he has upon their confidence. I learn that his reputation is of the highest for purity in his official conduct. M. Tricoupis would show little mercy in his dealings with "boodle" politicians. This "modern Aristides," as he has been aptly called, speaks English with fluency. He is accurately informed on American affairs, and highly eulogized several of our statesmen. In lii3 early days, while secretary of the Greek legation at London, he made the acquaintance of Edward Everett, who was then American minister to England. He now asked Dr. Talmage concerning Mr. Everett's son, who, he had heard, filled creditably a professorship at one of the leading colleges. "Edward Everett was the most graceful orator I have ever known," said M. Tricoupis. In the course of conversation the statesman manifested a particular interest in Mr. Blaine, whom he regarded as a very able man. He had no doubt, he said, that Mr. Harrison would acquit himself creditably. "In fact," continued he, "all your presidents are strong men. You do not generally place the most promising men in the presidential chair, but once tlierq they develop rapidly, and invariably sdrpass in statesmanship the most sanguine expectations. That shows the stock and stuff Americans are made of." In corroboration of this theory he named several presidents of humble origin now endeared to the hearts of the American people, and very feelingly referred to Abraham Lincoln, whom he considered to have been one of the greatest men of tho century. M. Tricoupis was of the opinion, however, that in America the strongest men never receive the highest honor, because the well defined stand they take on leading and burning questions engenders definite and determined opposition. On bidding Dr. Talmage good-by, M. Tricoupis assured him that he would cheerfully do all in his power to render his stay in Athens as attractive and agreeable as possible. "What does that peculiar man do for a living?"' a stranger asked, addressing a native of the village. ning, crafty way, its if he meditated some | Our view from the Acrocorinthus, for trick. 1 got out the provisions, routed up j which we had a sunny opportunity, the women and farced them to sip the wine abowed U9 the city at our feet, only roim oitordiuK . suggestion of what it began to nottaD Ua wnmgv. action* Thi. | °"ce The hthmtu dmde. two brought about a climax. I saw him looking seas, not crowded with ships as of yore, steadfastly at his wife, and 1 carefully moved Afar the mountains of Morea were seen nearer to her. One of the girls changed her to melt off into immense distances. Imposition further aft, fearing that a struggle mediately surrounding the 6itv the was about to take place, and I turned aad country is flat and seemingly not fertile, extended my hand to steady her. As I did Seven miles distant is the sacred grove so Howe utteml sD sort of scream sprang wherCDin were celebrated the Isthmian upon and seized his wife, and, though ,1 XJ - .» clutched her skirts, the fabric tore, and both «ame9' Here we saw ruins of the went overboard and out of sight in an in- i theatre, some temples and the race track stant. Neither one rose to the surface, or, if where runners contended for the corthey did, they were far beyond reach. The rupfible crowns given to the victors in sudden and awful tragedy deeply affected us the struggle. "It would be pretty hard to'tell, exactly. He's got a right smart patch of ground up back of his house, and he raises a good deal of fruit, first and last, but aside from that nobody knows how he lives. He comes down to the village about three times a week, but not to buy any thing. He takes his stand over there on the corner and watcheB thai house up there. It has been said that he is in love with Nil Spencer. Yander she is now in the yard." Howe owned a pleasure yacht, but as he feared the sea she was seldom used. When she went out I bad charge of her and could run her very nicely with the help of a boy. We also had several rowboats, and there was scarcely a pleasant evening £hat I did not row some of the family out. There was a line bay in front of the farm, and unless the weather was very boisterous this water was always safe. As he was going by he looked in at the blank window space and saw a strange and terrifying sight—the figure of a man seated In the center of the room, at a table upon which lay some loose sheets of paper. His elbows rested on the table, his hands supporting his head, which was uncovered. On each side the fingers were pushed into the hair. His face showed pale in the light of a single candle a little to one side. The flame illuminated that side'of the faoe; the other was In deep shadow. The man's eyes were fixed upon the blank window space with a stare In which an older and cooler observer might hare discerned apprehension, but which seemed to the lad altogether soulless. He believed the man to be dead. "She is strikingly handsome, I must say." "Yes, and about as good a girl as there is anywhere; but I don't think she cares any thing for Cadmus. And It ain't to be expected, neither, for I don't see why she should want to throw herself away on such a peculiar fellow as he is." Some one had tapped on the door. Nil Spencer stepped into the room. The poet was staggered for a moment, but, recovering himself, he said: "You nerd not thank me!" "Thank yeu for what?" "For the New Year's present I gave you." all, and the girls flung themselves down and It strikes one oddly on arriving at coukl not be roused up again unUl afternoon. Athens to be entertained in a modern Ben didnt realize it so deeply, but it was like hotel with a French name, "Hotel a dagger at my heart to see him sitting with , . Grande Bretanee " which intreniclosed eyes and white face, and his Ups from- ae , uranae flange, wtiicn ingeni ing the words of the Lord's prayer now and OU8'y appeals to the patriotism of the then. , wandering Briton. As the modern cap- At noon the wind and sea began to go ital of Greece, Athens dates only from down and the sky to clear up. The gale had 1827, after a death of 2,000 years. In reblown itself out, and I now considered it only cent years its inhabitants have shown a question of time when we should sight the considerable go. Our party arrived in coast. The better state of affairs brought time to share the rejoicing of the people new life to the girls, and I was glad to have fae ,endkl alliance made b the them rouse up and show some signs of life, . r . - 1 i a * A rough manlike me is no real comforter to fnt m«Tiage of the Duke of Sparta one in distress, but I did the best I oould, and heir to the hou9e of Gre*ceD to a 8lster of finally got them interested in the question of the German emperor. This is regarded saving themselves. By 5 o'clock I got in the as giving the affairs of the little kingdom, drag, shook one reef out of the sail, and stood in their relation of family interest to those off on a southwest tack, but before I had of the greatest military power of Europe, made five miles the wind died out entirely a considerable -boost." The king of and we were left tumbling on the last of the Greece a brother of the Princess of sea. Mghtcaraeon as mild and balmy as k-. ;# t - you please, the ocean grew quiet, and every Wales, and tekig to if I may one of us lay down and slept the whole night trust the current talk on the subject is through without a break. I was the first up, a brother-in-law of the German emperor, and the minute I saw the sky I groaned in These are truly splendid connections, and despair. It portended a hot day and a dead the Greeks have just reason to contrast, calm, and both followed. Even before break* with increased self respect and patriotio fast I had to make a shift to get some shelter - pleasure, their present condition with that from the blazing sun, and when I came to when they were at the mercy of the qnorerhaul the provisions my face so betrayed .Deakable Turk. my feelings that the younger girl cried out: • v "Oh 1 Jack, but what has happened now?" k U "i ** mai1 that Dr" TalmaKe I could have eaten and drank all we had first suggestion of that stroke in five minutes. I had not filled the water of enterprise which will make the new keg to its capacity, and eveu some that I did Tabernacle in Brooklyn a point of input in hod leaked out by way of the bung. I terest to the wandering antiquarian as had to tell them that we must put ourselves well as to the great multitude hungering on allowance, and hardly more than a crumb for the doctrine to be thereat diaat that, but they cheerfully accepted the sit- l He onened his mail at hreakuation. I am not going into the details of Pen8fp- Ue opened his mail at break the next week. For seven .uccewive days in,lt an excellent we had dead calm or a contrary breeze, drawing of the Tabernacle to be erected which was of little use to help us beat up. C 'or him on Clinton avenue, he remarked: We spun the water and provisions out for j "What a grand thing it would be to four days, and then we had nothing left. have the corner stone for this magnfl- By resorting to those expedients known to cent looking church from Mars' Hill, sailors we kept hunger and thirst in abeyance I shall write M. Tricoupis and tell him until the evening of the sixth CUy Then the jnst what j want. Perhap8 he wiU help thr"!-7ali - a T' "£ i °? mr me." Suiting the action to the word he cowhide shoes and cut one into stripe for us 7 ■D °" *r . „ . to chew at. There was some slight relief, dow,n. and Penned the following and the three only called out in their troubled letter, which he at once dispatched to sleep a few times. We had only the leather the prime minister, sending the mes- On the evening of Dec. 10, 1865, the brig came into the bay to load with cargo, and she anchored almost opposite the house. She had a line new yawl, in which the captain came ashore, and it appeared that Howe aad the women folks were greatly taken with it Early next morning I was told to get this yawl ready for a sail down the bay to a ■nail island, where a picnic dinner was to be eaten. The party, when ready to start, consisted of; Howe, hts wife, and an 18-year-old daughter named Bessie, a miss of 13 named Ransoms, who was on a visit, and little Ben Howe, who was only 5 years old. Twi ladies from the next farm above were to have gone with ns, but a merciful Providence detained them at home. It was touch and go whether we should make the trip without them, but it was decided to go in order not to disappoint the young folks. 1 had filled the water keg and taken a big lunch basket aboard, and when we moved away there was just breeae enough to fill the sail and jog us along about three miles an hour. A more perfect morning I never saw, and the oldest sailor could not have stispicioned a change. "I wonder," said the stranger, as he noticed Cadmus going down toward his boat, "if he would let me go up to his house with him." "You haven't given me any present." "Yes, I did; I took it out of the river this morning and let it go back to you." "I don't understand you." "Now don't be foolish." "Don't know; you might ask." r Just as Cadmus was making ready to shove off the stranger, approaching him oautiously, asked: "Are you going up the river?" The situation was horrible, bat not without Its fascination. The boy paused in his flight to note It all. He endeavored to still the beating of his heart by holding his breath until half suffocated. He was weak, faint, trembling; he could almost feel the deathly whiteness of his face. Nevertheless he set his teeth and resolutely advanced to the house. He had no conscious intention—it was the mere courage of terror. He thrust his white faoe forward into the illuminated opening. At that iustant a strange, harsh cry, a shriek, broke upon the silence of the night—the note of a screech owL The man sprang to his feet, overturning the table and extinguishing the cancLd. The boy took to his heels. If I were not foolish I should not be here," she said. "Why do you talk bo? Don't you know that I saved Park's life?" "But why is that a present to me?" "Islie not your husband?" "P. S.—Willard Marsh, on this tho fatal 15th day of July, I hand you this manuscript, sealed, to be opened and read under the conditions agrefed upon, and at the place which 1 designata. 1 forego my intention to keep it \ on my body to explain the manner of my death, which is not important. It will serve to explain the manner of yours. I am to call for you.during the night to receive assurance that you haye read the manuscript. Yon know mo well enough to expect me. But, my friend, it will be after ID o'clock. May God have mercy on your souls! J. R. C." "Yes." "May I go with you?" "Yes." The stranger stepped in. "How far do you go?" he asked when Cadmua haJ ahoyed out into the stream. "Home." "No. Now listen to me. You did /ive me a New Year's present, but you do not know it. Look—some men found this frozen in the river this morning." It was the poem which Cadmus had thrown away. "I didn't know until just now that you loved me. I am as peculiar as you are, and I have come to give |rou a New Year's present—my lore. When iti Athens Dr. Talmage attended a highly interesting lecture delivered by Professor Stanhopo Orris, late professor of Greek at Princeton college, and now director of the American school of classical studies at Athens. The American consul presided. Among the notabilities present were 8ir Edmund' Monson, the British minister, and Lady Monson; Mr. Haggard, brother of the author of "She;" Count Butzow, the Russian minister; the Greek poet. Bike 1m; the librarian of the Greek senate and others. At the close of the lecture the chairman called on several of the guests to nsaks addresses. In response to the invitation given him. Dr. Talmage spoke as follows: "I am glad to find in the chair one who has long stood in the front tank of American educators. Indeed, America cannot afford to send to Greece any except her best men, for the United States government and your country have long been in intimate sympathy. Among the most eloquent utterances that rang through America in my childhood days were tho words of Henry Clay in behalf of Grecian independence. The afternoon has been to me an enchantment. This lecture by our eminent friend, Professor Orris, on 'Plato's Discourse Concerning the Immortality of the Soul,' is matchless. As, in America, the Connecticut river, wide and deep in other places, at Bellows Falls rolls between banks so close that you can almost leap across it, so the great river of Plato's writings has rolled today between the narrow banks of this brief but brilliant lecture. There is no subject that could so much interest me as this one of Immortality. In our time (here is mucli said about evolution. 1 must confess that I am not so much interested in mv origin as in my destiny. I am not so anxious about who my ancestors were a million years ago as to where I shall be a million years from now. I do not care so much about where I cams from as^about where I am going to. I am not so much interested in the preface to my cradle as I am in the appendix to my grave. I am not so much interested in protoplasm as I am in eternasm. Tho'was'is swallowed up in iie 'to be.' I am glad that Plato meastred something of the height and .readth, the length and depth of this subject, thte immortality of the soul. His writings are a tremendous gospel. He wrote without the advantage of Bible revelation, but we are not to despise the starlight and moonlight because now the Sun of Righteousness has arisen. Foi .us cordial greeting, this afternoon, of i stranger, I thank you." . "How far Is it?" "Two miles. How far do you want to *o?" "I want to go home with you." Cadmus dropped his oars. "What do you want to go home with me for?" "Because I have become interested in you." We reached the island all right, remained there until 2 o'clock p. m., and then starred tor home. At about 1 o'clock the sky hazed up and the wind died almost away, and as the tide would begin to run out at 2 I became somewhat anxious. My sailor experience warned me that there would be a change of wind and weather, and I was impatient to getaway. One trifle and another detained ns until the hour named. The people enjoyed themselves immensely, and it was not for me to say when-are Should start, although I did throw out a hint or two that 1 suspected a change of weather. All were in good spirits when we finally got away, and as the yawl was a good sailer she crept along at a fair speed until the wind suddenly- fell as flat as yon pleased. We were then opposite the ocean inlet, which was a mile brood, and we began to drift out with the tide. I had a pair of oars in the boat, and Mr Howe took one and I the other, and we pulled away to cross the space. As he was not a strong man, and had had no practice in rowing, we made no gain, and, to make matters worse, be lost his oar overboard and it was swept away. Before the man who was reading this manuscript had finished ono of the others had picked up the candle and lighted it When the reader had done he quietly thrust the paper against the flame, and, despite the protestations of tho others, held it until it was burnt t® ashes. At the inquest nothing could elicit an intelligible account of what the paper contained. The man who did this, and who placidly endured a severe reprimand from the coroner, was a son-in-law of the late Charles Breede. Come, let us go to the village." In a magazine article, rece lished, Parks "wrote up" the cabin, closing with these words: "Cadmus is now one of the • eessful business men in Nash his wife is regarded as the _ woman in the State." Oris P. He 'Went Her One Mr. Jackman Hattan—Oh pretty good-sized picture; b know, paintings don't sell by , Miss Packer (of Chicago)— that; but just think, it's alJ those tiny little brushes, and ley uses only the very best ot Mr. Hattan—As to that, I friend who paints water-c uses exclusively imported Miss Packer—Oh I Isn't that Puck. , "Good morning, Cohtoo-r-I am In luck, it stems. You have often said that my commendation of your literary work was mere civility; and here you find me absorbed—actually merged—in your latest story in The Messenger. Nothing lees shocking than your touch upon my shoulder would have roused me to consciousness." recently pub's fact of the Cadmus took up his oars. find much at my house." "But what I find there will doubtleu be Interesting." "You won't most sue- iville, and handsomest Bead. A peculiar light shone in Cadmus' eyes. "I wish I might dare to hope bo." "The proof is stronger than you seem to know," replied the man; "so keen is your eagerness to read my story that you are unwilling to renounce selfish considerations and forego all the pleasures you could get from tt." "Why?" Better. . yes: It's » but then, you . ♦,he yard. —I know done -vpith Mr. Brom- [From The Times.] Yesterday the commissioners of lunacy committed to the asylum Mr. James R Colston, a writer of some local reputation, connected with The Messenger. It will be remeinliered that on the evening of the 15th inst Mr. Colston was given into custody by one of his fellow lodgers in the B&ine house, who bad observed him acting very suspiciously; baring his throat and whetting a razor—occasionally trying its edge by actually cutting through the skin of his arm, etc. On being handed over to the police the unfortunate man made a desperate resistance and has ever since been so violent that it has been necessary to keep him in a strait jacket. It is thought bis malady is due to grief and excitement caused by the mysterious death of his friend Willard Marsh.—Ambrose Bierce in San Francisco Examiner. "Because I take you to be an educated man." "What difference does that make?" "You shall see." "I don't understand you," said the other, folding the newspaper that he held and putting it in his pocket. "You writers are e queer lot anyhow. Come, tell me what 1 have done or omitted. In what way does th« pleasure that I get from your work depend on mef A flig ht of rude stone Bteps led up to the cabin. The stranger appeared to 1m pleased with the vines and flowers outalde, but inside he found nothing to interest him. There were twoUhJkirs, a 'pine table and an old tin dish safe* The •tranger sat down. Cadmus went to the Ufa and took out a roll of manuscript. Jil. have a er-colors, asd b* * »xDllinaris. 'ovelyl— "In many ways. Let me ask you how you would enjoy your dinner if you took itin thii street car. Suppose the phonograph so per fee ted as to be able to give you an entire We were three miles from the brig, and I was getting ready to hoist a signal when the sky darkened up with a sort of fog, shotting us ia, and the wind breezed up directly off shore. Had it not been for the strong tide I could hare beat back into the bay, even in the fog, but I was soon compelled to tell Mr. Howe that we were being drifted and driven oat to sea. The news a$ onoe unnerved him, and his words and demeanor ail the others, who began wailing and lamenting. Little Bon was an exception. He was not only too young to understand the danger, but he enjoyed the novelty of the situation. He crept hick to the stern sheets, stood between my knaes to steady himself, and whispered: "I shaVt cry, Jack. Only I wish my dog was hers!" All for » Free "Ad." Wylie—What's the matter with you, Eeiley? Why so furious? all day of the seventh, and on the mailing of senger in a carriage to insure speed: opera—singing, orchestration and all. Do you think you would get much pleasure out of it if you turned it on at your office during business hours! Do you really cars for a serenade by Schubert when you hear it fiddled by an untimely Italian on a morning ferryboat) Are you always cocked and primed for admiration? Do you keep every mood on tap, ready to any demand) Let me remind you, sir, that the story which you do me the honor to begin as a means of ohlivion to the discomfort of this street car is a ghost story I" the eighth, although a favorable breeze was blowing, and we all felt in better spirits, I had to cut up the other shoe. Little Ben was now reduced to a bundle of bones, and he had the glassy eyes which go with a fever, while the girls were burned and freckled and starved until I could not bear to look at them. Both wero looking ahead in a vacant, uncanny way, and Ben was resting in my arms while I, steered, when we ran straight across the course of a trader coming up from New Zealand, and were picked up. Being a young man, and a tough one, it wasn't a fortnight before I was my old self again, but the girls and the boy were down with fever for a month or more, and were a whole year in being restored to health.— New York Sun. . . Hon. Charilaos Tricoupia, President of Council, Minister of Finance, eta Dkab Sin—Thanks without number for your courtesy to me and mine. You have made our visit to Greece a great delight by presenting us to your beautiful queen. I very much desire to secure for a corner stone for my new church, which will be the largest in America, as my church recently destroyed by fire was the largest, a stone from Mars Hill (the Areopagus;, and which should measure about twentysix Inches long by eighteen Inches wide and five inches thick. If you can consistently and without trouble giant me this permission our American consul. Dr. Irving J. Manatt, will kindly consent to attend to the details and supervise the procuring and shipping the stone to America. So will illustrious Greece be still more endeared to the heart of our American peoplo. Reiley— you read this infernal article abouii me in the Evening Hash? Wylle—Wijiy don't you treat that with silent contempt? Reiley—Ski I would if that scoundrel reporter hacln't misspelled my name.—■ Puck. The United States minister, Mr. A. L. Snowdcn, being absent at Bucharest and our stay ir Athens but brief, it was apparently not within the range of possibilities for Dr. Talmage and party to be presented to the queen. A week or ten days' notice being required to secure an introduction to royalty, we had given up the expectation of seeing the amiable queen, when, the morning after the interview with M. Tricoupis, Dr. Talmage was informed by that gentleman that he to present him and party to the queen. When we arrived at the palace we found that the ex-Empress Victoria, widow of the Emperor Frederick III, was just about to leave Athens, where she had attended the wedding of her daughter Sophie to the crown prince of Greece. She bowed and smiled very sweetly as she passed us, although her eyes were filled with tears on her parting with the queen. M. Tricoupis presented Dr. Talmage, wife and and daughter and Mr. and Mrs. Loui? Klopsch. Queen Olga shook hands with all in the right royal democratic American fashion, and then engaged Dr. Talmage in conversation. Queen Olga saying that she sincerely regretted the disagreeable wind and dustiness of the streets in Athens, the preacher gallantly responded t)ia1 the great pleasure he experienced i/. meeting her majesty much more than compensated for the inclemency of the weather. She smiled pleasantly ami lDowed in recognition of the compliment. The queen said slio had heard that Dr. Talmage was on his .way to Palestine, and hoped sincerely that he and his party would enjoy a safe and pleasant jour- Everybody Surprised. Let me relate an incident that occurred in Philadelphia, where 1 was giving exhibitions on mind reading with Professor aud Mme. Steen. In one of these tests a committeeman picks out cards from a pack that is marked on the backs. Mr. Steen can tell instantly when he sees the card what is chosen. I stand in the center of the audience blindfolded. After the card is chosen from Mi*. Steen's form of question I know what card he has in mind. On this occasion there was one particularly incredulous committeeman. lie picked out a card? But before he did so Mr. Steen wanted to make an example of him, and, trusting to his wits to correct me should 1 make a mistake, said to him: At the Henderson Hop. Miss Waito (who has been a wallflower all th# evening)-.-A waltz? Mr. Henderson, you are too kind. "Welir "Weill Has the reader no duties corresponding to-his privileges! You have paid five cents for that newspaper. It is yours. You have the legal right to read it when and where you will. Much of what is in it is neither helped nor harmed by time and place and mood; some of it actually requires to be read at once—while it is fizzing. But my story is not of that character. The stuff will keep until you have leisure to put yourself into the frame of mind appropriate to the sentiment of the piece—which I submit that you cannot do in a street car: An author has rights which the reader is bound to respect." "For specific exampleP Mr. Henderson (host of the occasion) —Not at all,.Miss Waite. Tou know the performanco'jof one'i duty is sometimes sweeter than actual pleasure.— Bazar. City lind Country Howm. After we had driven over the bar, which always forms at every inlet, the breeze freshsosd sfeUl more, and I had to run off before it, although 1 double reefed the sail. Had I attempted to beat back to the coast line I should have got among the rocks and reefs which lined it for miles and miles. There was room in the inlet to beat up against the tide, but it was now so dark that I could hardly sss the bow of the boat, and I bad no compass and could have run only by dangerous guesswork. In heading dead out to sea 1 expected nothing worse than to have to pass the night on the water. By morning, at least, the brig would know that we had met with a piece of ill luck, and would stand out to pick us up. And, too, the wind might go down with the sun or vev to a favorable quarter. Therefore, while Mr. Howe cursed his foolishness in ever steeping foot into the yaw), and while the women cowered and wept, I was encouraged to hope that everything might torn out for the best. At 5 o'clock by my watch, the face of whieh I could hardly see through the gloom, the wind was blowing a topsail breeze and the sea getting a nasty roll. Every one but myself became seasick and fell to the bottom of the boat, and for the next three hours I heard but cries and groans of distress. Tky reaTdarlness had come now, and I could not see half the 'mgth of the boat. I held her steady as she went, and was gratified to find that she made good work of it and did not have to be watched as closely as a larger boat might. It was about 9 o'clock when Mr. Howe roused up and crawled aft to me. He was in despair, but Calmer than before. I made light of the adventure, predicting that we would b« boC;k at the farm before noon next day, and calling his attention to the splendid behavior of the boat, and after a little he seemed to have hopes. I suggested that we have a bite to eat, and ho got the hamper of provisions. It contained wine, •ake, crackers, cheese und ii two candles, which bad been taken along to explore a cave said to bo located on the is4- and, but which we did not find. We got a light, roused up the others, and after we bud broken our fast all felt more cheerful. With high regards to yourself and sister from myself and family, and a God bless you and a good-by, I am yours gratefully, T. Ds Witt Talmags, Pastor Brooklyn Tabernacle. Within half an hour Dr. Talmage received the following autographic note from Premier Tricoupia: Bev. T. De Witt Talmage. Dzab Sib—I shall have great pleasure in attending to your request, and I believe there wQl be no difficulty in the matter. And 1 am yours truly, CmruLioa Taioocpts. Wife (of miser)—Yes, I mot Mrs. Smith this morniug, and in return for her insults I heaped coals of fire on her head. Jinks—Winks must bo doing finely. He tells me lie has a country house and a city house, j Binks—He "has. He takes care of my country house in winter, and my city house in summer.—N. T. Weekly. Miser—You should not have so; coal is seven dullars a ton now.—Harpers Bazar. "ABB YOU GOING UP THE BIYIB?" "I am a poet," he said. "I am sacrificing •very thing for my love of the divine art which we find in verse. You are the only educated man that has ever visited the laboratory of my muse. What la your name?" The Fat Man's Story. , The boys had been looking at the fat man for some time as he strolled up and down the depot platform smoking a good cigar and his "The right to the reader's undivided attention. To deny him that is immoral. To maks him share your attention with the rattle of a street oar, the moving panorama of the crowds on the sidewalks and the buildings beyond—with any of the thousands of distractions which make our customary environment—is to treat him with gross injustice. By God, it is infamous P "Now, sir, I want you to pick out a card from the pack, and before you do so, Mr. Kellar will tell you what card you'will select." HARDSHIPS OF GENIUS. Homes was a beggar. Spenceb died In want. Cervantes* died of huagef. TerrasCE,:tho dramatist, waa a Slav*. Dryden llCed in poverty and distress. Butler livsd a life of penury and died poor. face wearing a look of contentment, and one of them finally observed that it was a good time for him to tell a story. "Eh! A story to pass away the time—certainly," be replied as he sat down on a baggage truck recently painted a sky blue color. "You must know, gentlemen," he began, after getting bis legs crossed, "that I was not al ways at the head of' the leading banking house of Chicago. No. All my life, np to ten years ago, was passed in the far west, on the plains and prairies and among the hills and mountains. I had, as you may suppose, numerous adventures. I was just thinking of my escape from a prairie fire, but tbe details might not interest you." "Oh, yes they will I" wo all cried in chorus. "Well, one day in the fifties I. was journeying across a Kansas prairie on foot. One morning I got up to find fifty miles of tall, dry grass between ine and the hills. A strong brcese sprang up with tbe sun, and I had scarcely started on my way before I discovered a great smoke to windward. The Indians bad set fire to the prairie to kill off the rattlesnakes, you know." "By George! but you were in for it!" exclaimed the hardware drummer from St. Louis. Nothing could have been more satisfactory. Highly gratified at his success, Dr. Talmage immediately made arrangements to have the stone cut and shipped to Brooklyn, where it will arrive in good season for the time of the corner stone laying, which will be shortly after his return from his trip. In my hurry to intfoduce the Tabernacle matter I have postponed some important incidents of our stay in Athens which, as the above correspondence intimates, anticipated that. We arrived at Athens on Nov. 20. The next morning Dr. Talmage preached »n Mars' HIH to a gathering of Aineri)ans, Englishmen and Greeks, reading the lesson of the day Paul's address to the Athenians of his time as reported in Acts xvii. The day was not Sunday, and preaching was not in order according to our prearranged programme, but the earnest divine was so carried away by the enthusiasm of the occasion that he took out his Bible, which he always carries with hitn, and which seems to be Mind you, Mr. Steen was not touching the cards which were spread out, face downward on the table, and he could choose what ho pleased. I don't know why I answered as I did. It was sheer lnck, but I said promptly, "The three of spades." The man selected £rom the pack, and, sure enough, he happened to get that card. The effect on the audience was startling and no one was more startled than myself.—Kcllar in St. Louis Post-Dispat(fh. "What is your trade in life?" "I am a writer.' "What sort of writer?" •'John Parks.1' "You know what I mean," continued the writer impetuously, crowding his words— '.'you know what I mean, Marsh. My stuff in this morning's Messenger is plainly subheaded 'A Ghost Story.' That is ample notice to an; every honorable reader will understand the conditions under which the work is to be read." "Oh, I write stories and sketches." , Cadmus' eyes brightened. He spread out the manuscript. His visitor's countenance fell. "Listen," said Cladmus, "and tell me what you think of this— toll me the truth." Sir Walter Raleigh ' died em fit* scaffold. Tlwre is much that iB attractive in nodern Athens. It has good buildings md well kept streets, and its stores apDear to Ik? well stocked. My observation -i that the majority of its population Ireas very much as we do. jQf course, iouw s of oriental architecture still exist, and one sees quite a good many people dressed-in the quaint attire of the :ist. Now and then a mountaineer of iuge stature, angular and powerful, garbed somewhat like the Highland jedt and armed heavily, stalks proudly Dy. I suppose, in all cities newly arisen from the dead, so to speak, conrasts fire very striking, as the slow old furk at hi) stall in the costume of cenuries ago and the pert young lady fresh ' roiu boarding school, with all the furbeCi\vs of the most advanced fashion on Bacon livcxl a life of meanness nl distress. ! Plautub, i/ho Roman coulo poe$, turned a mllL —1 Pacl Bobghesi: had fourteen trades, yet starved with all. Tasso, the Italian poet, wai often dl»- trossod for fli o ahililngs. Cadmus read pajro after page of rerses. "What do you think of it?" ••Well, it is suroly passionate." "But is it good?" The gentleman addressed as Marsh winced a trifle, then asked with a smile: "What conditions? How, when, where should I read your ghost story}" riwU Demand Water. "In solitude—at night—by the light of a candle.* There aro curtain emotions which a C*an easilv euoueb excite—such as compassion or i/ierriuieiiL i cu., mum juu to tears or laughter under almost any circumstanccs. But for my ghost story to be effective yon must be made to feel fear—at least, a strong sense of the supernatural—and that is a different matter. I have a right to expect that if you read me at all you will jive me a chance; that you will make yourself access 'Jb]a to the emotion which I try to inspire." Edmund P. Kirby, in an address read before the market gardeners of Boston, showed the paramount importance of irrigation by many direct proofs. He first alluded to the increasing scarcity of water, as shown by the failure of dams and water privileges all about the cleared country to do the work they formerly did; then to tlie fact that 400 parts of water must pass through plants in general for every one part of dry matter fixed, and that as much as three pounds of water passes through one cabbage plant in on day of twenty-four hours, if there Is moisture enough in the soil and growth is free. "There are some good features about is. Who is the young lady whose beauty you praise? * , Steele, the humorist, llred • llf» of porfeot warfare with bailiffs. ney, We were all charmed with the simplicity of the queen and the cordial manner in which she received us. Our interview with her was one of the most delightful incidents of the trip, and Dr. Talmage insisted that all the eulogies that he had heard concerning that gracious lady fell short of doing her justice. Wo did not meet the king of Greece at Athens, but saw him the day we were at Corinth, where he was about to embark with his royal father, the king of Denmark, and to accompany him as far as Corfu. He is very accessible to visitors, and M. Tricoupis seemed to regret his absence very much. "She lives in the village When I beoome a groat poet I shall ask her tf marry me." Otwat, the English dramatist, prematurely/ »nd through hunger. "How do you oxppfittobecomo a great poet? You have no books. To be great you must study." BextivooIio was refused. admittance into a hospital ho had orected himself. The death of Collins was through lect, first causing mental derangement. 'I study my own so'.il.' "That is not sufficient, mderstand versification. "But I understand trutk." "Truth alone can be rough and brutal. Poetrr must be beautiful and tender." Yau don't Chatte bton, tho child of genius and misfortune, destroyed himself it eighteen. "Ye*, I realized that in a moment. In five minutes I could see a billow of flame to windward. It was at least twenty miles long, and spreading as it came. It was coming faster than a horse oould run. I figured that it would be upon me in five minutes." "And you dug a hole in the earth?" queried the glue man from New York. "I had nothing to dig with. If I had had the proper tools the time was too short." "Then the wind changed," put in th« Yankee notion man from Cincinnati. "Never a point. As I stood there that great ocean of flam« came roaring down toward me like the besom of destruction. I lost fully two minutes before I got to work. I could even feel the heat of the fierce flames scorching my flesh." "But, bang it, man, you escaped?" "I did." * "You don't show any scars of burns." "No," "Well, get to the point." his guide book on this journey, and began to read. As he read he made interesting remarks on the passage be wm reading. When he first began to read there were but few persons present, but as soon as he was fairly started they congregated fast and faster, until a good' sized audience had assembled. Those whr I Kncliah listanaH eacerlv to the preacher's words, taking such places and attitudes as enabled them to catcli every worn ne saiu. x no congregation sang: "All hail the power of Jesus' name," in which Dr. Talmage joined with enthusiasm. He then took his text from the address on which he had commented and began to preach. It was fortunate that the weather was very fair,and his eloquent sermon was listened to in comfort. I think I have never heard him speak with greater fluency and impressiveness ffce oar had now arrived at it* Urmmui jad »topped The trip JiMt completed mu its flirt for the day, and (ha conversation of the two had not bean interrupted. • r pretty figure, and the modern policeman ana the fierce warrior irom ine distant mountain region. Savage died In a prison at Bristol, where ho was confined for a debt oi forty dollars. * "Do you mean to «ay." Martb began, "that If I taka tha trouble to observe your "Go back to the Tillage," said Cadmus. "You may understand the rhyms of the world but you do not know the poetry of the soul." i«e !in;st building in Athens, Duiit subsequently to the recovery of Greek national independence, is the palace, which was completed jn 1843. Buildings appropriated to art and education are well built and handsome. The Archav logical institute, founded by the French government, is a notable structure. directions— plaea myself in tha condition which you demand: solitude, night and a tallow caudle—you can with your ghastltest work give me an uncomfortable sense of the supernatural, accelerate my pulse, make me Start at sudden noises, send a nervous chill along my spine and cause my hair to rise?" Colston turned suddenly and looked him squarely In the eyes as they walked. "You would not dare—you have not the courage," he said. He emphasized the words with a contemptuous gesture. "You are brave enough to read me in a street car; but—in a deserted house—alone—In the forest —at nightl Bah! 1 have a manuscript in m.v pocket which would kill you." Marsh was angry. He knew himself a man of courage and the words stuDg him. "If you know such a place," be said, "take me there tonight and leave me your story and a candle. Call for me wheu I've had time enough to read it, and I'll tell you the entire plot and—kick you out of the place." The Best Time to Fell Timber. Goldsmith's "Vicar of Wakefield" wa» sold for a trifle to save him from the grip of the law. The best time to cut trees for lumber is in November, December and January, when there is least as well as thinnest sap in the pores of tlio wood, and when the weather is so cold that fermentation will not set in to injure the fiber, says a writer in the Tribune. • In summer the sap is richer as well as more abundant, and in the hot weather a lively destructive fermentation ia very liable to set in. It is an undisputed belief among old woodsmen that trees felled In suninirr quickly decay. Tho branches of a beech tree felled, while the tree is full of sap will be decayed to such an extent by the following winter tliat they may be easily broken, even if large in size; and are worthless for firewood. Lumber from hemlock felled in summer, so as to peel off the bark for tanning, is not so good as that cut In winter. Had the women been of the common sort, i should have known what to say to brace the m np, but tbey were aristocrats, tender as tpring flowers, and a bit of hardship was cticulated to upset 'em. I made an attempt to belittle the situation, sad declared that it was nothing but an unpleasant adventure, aiai after a bit they all got some courage and twgan to be more hopeful. What worried in* the most was the fact that the wind kept g.«- ting np stronger and stronger, and by U o'clock the yawl was humming through the yeast like a man-of-jwrJn a g&le. I know we were going oat into the Indian ocean at the rate of fifteen miles an hoar, and that if the wind held as it was we'd be at least a hundred miles off the shore by sunrise. If it j;ot np much stronger I'd bave to bring the yawl about head on, no matter what the risk, lor she was now rolling gunwale down and only just keeping ahead of the rollers. I got the women folks to lie down in the bottom of 1 he boat, and then had Mr. Howe pass me the single oar, a piece of board which little Ban had put in, a bit of two by four scantling which was under a thwart, and a water pull. VV hile still holding the yawl dead before the wind I tied these together for a drag, told Mr. Howe to attach them to the boat's painter, and by midnight was ready to bring her head on. It wastlme. The wtad was now blowjitg The evening of the day in which we had our interview with Queen Olga, the first secretary and charge d'affaires of the Russian embassy, M. Bachmetiff, and his wife, a daughter of Gen. Beale, exminister of the United States to Austria- Hungary, joined us at a dinner party at the Hotel de la Grande Bretagne. Gen. Beale, the reader will remember, was the intimate and confidential friend of Gen. Grant. It was to him that the hero confided first the shocking secret that he was afflicted with a disease that must soon terminate his life. Mrs. Bachmetiff we found to be a bright, witty and handsome lady. She possesses great influence in oolitical circles, and is a leader in Bociety. This fortunate laay, moreover, maintains intimate relations with the royal family of Greece, with all of whom she is a great favorite. Dr. Irving J. Manatt, consul of the United States of America at Athens, paid Dr. Taluiage marked attention and did all in his power to be of service to him. The consul is a highly educated gentleman, a very eminent Greek scholar, and until recently ho filled a/wDnt CHAPTER H. FiF.i.DiTfG lies in the buryinf-grennd of the English factory at Lisbon without a stono to mark tho spot. Two days later Cadnias was standing on the village street, when be saw Parks and Nil Spencer drl re past In a buggy. The girl did not look at the poet. He turned away, sought bis home and C*!d not oome to the village again for tt ore than two months. Then he saw Parks and Nil drive past, and he heard some one say: "They are to be married soon." The poet went back to his cabin. He took up the poem which ho had red to Parks and wrote upon it the following: • Milton sold his copyright of "Paradise Lost" for seventy-two dollars, at three payments, and finished bis life in obscurity. I/una Klopsch. The Nizam's Liberality. A Bombay paper says: "We bear fhw Hyderabad that his highness the Risen has appointed a commWos to inquire Into the debts left by the lat* Sir Salar Jung the younger. When Sir Balar died, a few months ago, it was stated by his friends that the demands against bis estate amounted to fifteen lakhs of rupees. Since then claims to the value of thirty lakhs have been submitted It is to Investigate the causes of this sudden increase in the amount that the commission has been appointed. The Nizam has acted with great lilierality toward the Selar Jung family. Ik-sides paying several lakhs count of the debts of the first Sir Salar Jung, his highness has once already discharged very large liabilities incurred by the second Rir Salar, to whom the state also granted i handsome pension on retirement from the •fflce of prime minister. Finally, a month)/ ■eniion of its. 7,500 has been sanctioned for -aw younger brother of the late Sir Salar." Camof.xs, the celebrated writer of the "Lusiad. the great Portuguese epio, ended his life, it is said, in an almshouse, and at any rato was supported by a faithful black servant, who begged in the streets of Lisbon for him. "I will. I waited until the flames wen not than he did on this occasion. over a mile away, and then I took my bal- In the course of his remarks he exloon off my back, pressed the button which ciajmed: "What a bold man Paul was permitted the natural gas to flow in from the . at h .li. ,„i_ ,r „ . reservoir, and, taking my seat in' the chair, I a £? 7 P*atform and Shot up into the air about 500 feet .and let the j* bia \°lce ran& out flames sweep under me. One of my boot oyer the valley between here and the heels was a little -scorched, but that was all Acropolis, he swung his hand toward the damage done." that pile of heathen divinities and an"Do you tell that for truth!" angrily de- nounced his belief in only one God, say*Urch man from °»w«ea ing as he did so: 'God, that made the oanv h Our Com- worW and all things therein, seeing that K Ws' he b Lord of heavea dwelleth can (and do undersell all others Send in not in tcmPlea ma^e with hands;' and your orders early «ad avoid the winter rush, then looking up at the glittering idols on That's alL" the higher bill he continued: 'We ought "Nil Spencer, died November 10th." Kusul Catarrh Then, going half way down the steps, he wadded up tho paper and thiew it into the river. U h dangerous disease. From its tendency to extend to the threat, tronchial tubes, atid finally to involve the lungs i. cor suir.puve diseases,' it aLould be prC cqptly cured, that these gritvo dange a may bo averted, $6 confident are tho manufacturers of Dr. Sage's Remedy cf fieir bilny to cope successfully wiih th s prevulect oisease. that they have for vet»ra offered, in yood falttj, reward for a cas» of cniarrh, bo matDef how bad or how many years aim.diner, which they cannot cere, tii meop 01 ly 56 cents, by druggists. That Is bow it occurred that the farmer's boy, looking in at an unglazed window of the Breeds house, saw a man sitting in the light of a candle. Weeks passed, but the poet of the cabin did not go to the village. Cold weather had come, and the dead and mourning fragments of the vines clung to the outer walls of the rude log house. Preferred Another Brand. Customer—A cigar, please. Are these good? Late In the afternoon of the next day three men and a boy approached the Breede bouse from that point of the compais toward which the boy had fled the preceding night. They were in high spirits apparently: they talked kradlj end laughed, They made facetious Dealer—'They're the kind I smoke myself.One morning, the first day of the New Year, Cadmus was walking along the frozen river when he heard some one call; and, looking about him, he •aw a man attempting to get out oI Una Customer—Yes, but perhaps you can show me a brand you can't afford to •moke yourself.—Boston Transcript. ?EERIE88 PTES Solo rr*Du'iiuim